If I could be loved

If I could be loved, it would only be once.
I would not be loved by a person, but rather by the world.
I want to be held by tree branches, 
Until their razor-edged skin bleeds mine. 
I want to be thrown into a river, 
Drowned and swept under the sand by the loving waves. 

I can clasp the thorned roses without fear that they could speak,
Their sharp, biting words forging spikes into me. 
I want to be caressed, not by human hand, but by a rush of wind from a hurricane. 
And I want to fester among the fallen oaks, on the forest floor, in a daze, in the night. 
I want to lie forever and be at peace knowing this is all I could ever give, and that this is all that could ever be asked of me. 

I would rather not my heart bleed, but my head do.