If I could cut open my heart
And have it pour your blood
Would that make you more a part of me
Than the possession of all my love?
Reach inside your chest
And pull out anything but apathy,
So I can see you give
Something tangible back to me.
Rid my body of your toxins,
Sweat you out through every pore.
Until only the sweet salt is left
On my skin,
As it was before.
And maybe it's okay
To still say those three words.
As long as they taste like vinegar
Instead of feeling like a prayer
As they roll off your tongue
Into the always silent air.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
If I could cut open my heart
And have it pour your blood
Would that make you more a part of me
Than the possession of all my love?
Reach inside your chest
And pull out anything but apathy,
So I can see you give
Something tangible back to me.
Rid my body of your toxins,
Sweat you out through every pore.
Until only the sweet salt is left
On my skin,
As it was before.
And maybe it's okay
To still say those three words.
As long as they taste like vinegar
Instead of feeling like a prayer
As they roll off your tongue
Into the always silent air.