I gave my heart to you, my dear
To plant its seeds and help it grow
You wrapped it in your loving sphere
And with your care, it reaped its glow
With whispered words and tender strokes
It shivered ‘neath your careful touch
I should’ve known you were a hoax
But it just loved you far too much
It never saw the day that he
Took the cursed knife above
And pressed the tip of it to me
Slicing through our deathless love
He grasped my pulsing heart in hand
And without his or blood it starved
He plucked each valve and gory strand
And with his knife, he cut and carved
He tunneled through the fleshy veins
And plugged each open artery
While cleaving through the plump membranes
He showed his morbid artistry
Molding my throbbing heart like clay,
He shaped me to his heart of dreams
Waiting for the pain to sway,
I tried to stitch the broken seams
Yet once he carved his perfect heart,
He gazed at me with love it missed
But I was numb and torn apart
I watched his hope cease to exist
Even though his mold was right
My heart was crushed and so was I
He cast my damaged soul aside
To find another heart to die
And as I saw him walk away,
I palmed my broken heart and knew
That I was weak and lead astray
I lost myself and lost him too
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 4:01 AM UTC
I gave my heart to you, my dear
To plant its seeds and help it grow
You wrapped it in your loving sphere
And with your care, it reaped its glow
With whispered words and tender strokes
It shivered ‘neath your careful touch
I should’ve known you were a hoax
But it just loved you far too much
It never saw the day that he
Took the cursed knife above
And pressed the tip of it to me
Slicing through our deathless love
He grasped my pulsing heart in hand
And without his or blood it starved
He plucked each valve and gory strand
And with his knife, he cut and carved
He tunneled through the fleshy veins
And plugged each open artery
While cleaving through the plump membranes
He showed his morbid artistry
Molding my throbbing heart like clay,
He shaped me to his heart of dreams
Waiting for the pain to sway,
I tried to stitch the broken seams
Yet once he carved his perfect heart,
He gazed at me with love it missed
But I was numb and torn apart
I watched his hope cease to exist
Even though his mold was right
My heart was crushed and so was I
He cast my damaged soul aside
To find another heart to die
And as I saw him walk away,
I palmed my broken heart and knew
That I was weak and lead astray
I lost myself and lost him too
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