It’s easier to wear
My heart on my sleeve
So you can just tear it off
And conflict your damage
Rather than having you rip through
Every other vulnerable part of my body
To make a small scratch on it

Maybe
If I tore open my chest
And let my soul come bleeding out
To seep into the cuts
Ingraved deeply on your hands
I would soak in so deep
You would have no choice but to
Taste me
In every breath you took
See me
In the darkness behind your eyelids
Feel me
In every spine-tingling chill
That made you feel so much more alive
And maybe
Just maybe then
You could finally feel
What is like
To be connected to someone in such a way
That you think they live beneath your skin

The words "I'm sorry"
Roll through my lips
Over and over again
Despite the way I feel,
I want you to feel better
So I let the guilt pile on
Crushing my lungs
Stopping my breath
Leaving me in pain.
But none of that matters
As long as you don't feel
The way I have to feel
Every time the words stumble though my mouth.
As long as you feel happy,
It's worth every second.