I have loved you more than ever and my feelings have yet to soften their cries. However, I am willing to stop them. I believe that my feelings for you are a burden, and if anything, the only option you’re considering is to break my heart in order to have me stay away from you. But, Beloved, before I leave, I have things to offer.
Break my bones. Turn them into your writing materials.
Skin me alive, Dear. Let that be the cover of your precious work. Let it be the cover of your book.
Make me bleed. You need an ink, do you not?
That is how I love you, Dear. If I were as much as a burden, then please do what you wish to make me become something useful to you.