going, going, gone

I wanted to tear you apart limb by limb, count your veins, feel the blood pounding through your body. I wanted to know your eyes, become them so I could see inside of you, so I could explore your darkest crevices – see the demons hidden deep inside you so long ago. I wanted to break down your walls, exorcise your ghosts, fix you. I wished for you to count your blessings, not your blemishes. I had hoped to be your anchor but I forgot the ship was sinking slowly but indefinitely; and the anchors were weightless.