Take what you want, and what you need.

 Take - take - take. More than you want, but just the amount you need. I will be always be here for you, the one you can rely on, and the one you can pour your heart and soul to. So go ahead, take it. An organ is not much to lose. I can live: with you here. So go ahead, take - take - and take. If it makes you stay. 

I am on the floor, crimson spill leaks from my body, for you. But please go ahead, and take. I know it hurts, like candle wax to skin, burns from a fire, and like an addict without their drug. But I will do anything for you. I - will - be here for you. So go ahead, take it. If it makes you stay.

It is cold, wet, and my fingers press against the grit of aged stone, moss, dirt, and icky brown water.  Wherever I am, have I fallen down the well of empty promise? You promised that I would never fall, if I were with you. But I can't hear the warmth of your voice...

'I love you' 

 Where are you? Where have I fallen? Please come rescue me. You took what you needed right? My limbs are unresponsive, crimson pour desiccates and I lay in this muddy concoction. I am going in and out of coconsciousness: my eyes blur and liquid soars from my inner corners. I need you. So go ahead, come back, take what you want, what you need. If it makes you stay.