I made an egg sandwich with my french toast.
You told me to close my eyes
because you had a surprise for me.
Guilty.
I felt guilty
because I was going to end us.
Plot twist
you beat me too it.
You pulled my heart out
and shredded it through your fingers.
If you go by the bench you might see
pieces of it left behind,
embedded in the weeds.
Maybe when you wash your hands
you'll find some blood left
under your nails.