Letting this hurt will be my method of coping.
When you take my heart, please put it in your mouth and devour it.
Don't leave me silently.
Slam doors,
Break glass,
Leave bruises,
Yell until Hell hears you.
If you're going to rip me open, sharpen your teeth first and
make sure I'm wide awake.
Run at me full speed with a loaded gun and every intention of pulling the trigger.
Leave me with scars and an unquenchable emptiness that I'll notice for months.
And when you kiss me goodbye,
spit gas down my throat.
And before you walk out, don't forget to toss me the burning match.
If you don't love me so it hurts, you might as well leave me so it does.