You sliced through the seven layers of skin on my chest,
Smoothly,
You cracked my ribs,
Gently.
Blood spurted out,
You absorbed it,
Kindly.
The whole time,
I surrendered to you,
In awe,
And thought to myself,
"How am I not in pain?"
When you finally found my heart,
Raw and bare,
Offering itself to you,
Desperately,
You left,
Masterfully rejecting,
What you so intentionally earned.
At first I was numb,
But now it's worn off,
And I inescapably feel,
Every ounce of pain,
You inflicted,
To open me up.
So here's the question:
Do I leave my heart here,
Or do I sew myself up?
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
You sliced through the seven layers of skin on my chest,
Smoothly,
You cracked my ribs,
Gently.
Blood spurted out,
You absorbed it,
Kindly.
The whole time,
I surrendered to you,
In awe,
And thought to myself,
"How am I not in pain?"
When you finally found my heart,
Raw and bare,
Offering itself to you,
Desperately,
You left,
Masterfully rejecting,
What you so intentionally earned.
At first I was numb,
But now it's worn off,
And I inescapably feel,
Every ounce of pain,
You inflicted,
To open me up.
So here's the question:
Do I leave my heart here,
Or do I sew myself up?