Butterflies come flying out [poetry]

My Whole Person

I want to give you my whole person,
And my whole soul.
Wrap them in a gift box,
Like you would expensive jewels.

But I've given too many pieces away,
To too many people who didn't deserve.

My soul is so small it's not worth giving,
And my body is so mangled it's not worth receiving.

So I'll give you the biggest thing left,
I'll give you my heart instead.