If I had my way, I’d spend millenniums just trying to forge your name in every star that is brave enough to twinkle on this earth.
If I had my way, I’d capture every falling meteor to engrave your features I remember from the back of my hand.
If I had my way, I'd be that one tree which is strong enough to stand straight unshaken during the storm to prove to you the limits of my never ending intensity for you.
If I had my way, I'd be that soft wind which slowly makes the wind chimes tinkle and tell you how your voice was the sweetest sound my ears would ever hear.
If I had my way, I'd travel nine times the space that measures day and night to tell you the ways and the days I can't think of but to love you.
If I had my way, I'd take my heart out, clean it and fold it in the dress I wore when we first met and tie it in the strings of the universe only to give it to you if it would prove to you how a hopeless-full-of-hopes this heart is, how stagnation is its routine and how it wants to have a straight line with a straight beep.
If I had my way, I'd cut my tongue and fold it like sushi and serve it to you when you are hungry at a busy takeaway joint only to make you realise how it speaks of you even when it no longer wants to, even when it is disconnected to the rest of the body, even when it shouldn't be feeling anything.
If I had my way I’d rip all the veins and arteries in my body with my bare hands and bleed dry to prove to you the extent of the pointless loyalty my heart still harbours for you.
Say once that you doubt my love and you will find a lifeless body outside your door tomorrow with a ghost of a smile dancing on the tip of my lips and a heart spluttering out your name only.
A dagger is all I need to prove you wrong.