I saw you, not just as an image,
That light manifests,
In front of my eyes.
I saw you, not just as a body;
A mere myth of flesh,
Vacant bones inside.
You travel in through my senses,
Devouring my emotions;
So innocent you are.
I'm guilty of starving to breathe in,
The air I surrendered you;
I'm in love with my scars.
Every pain begins a longing,
A whole new fear that it may cease to feel.
I may be breaking into a million pieces,
But I am happy to scatter under your feet.
This is a very poetic and engaging read, but the last few paragraphs were a bit difficult for me to understand - would you care to elucidate that I might attain the poem's meaning in clarity?