Forget The World

13

Am I a pretty boy yet?
Can I bleed enough to make your heart flutter?
Can I make your eyes glaze over like I did before?
If I tear at my flesh any more will your mouth still water?
Can I decompose long enough to make you realise you love me?
Am I what you expected?
Did I change?
Do I seem more confident to you?
More destructive?
I suppose people do that when you leave them defenceless and alone, right?
Weird how you needed to fully detach yourself only to come back years later to realise I could be perfectly adequate for you, even if it's only when I am very literally pulling myself apart.
Yes, this is my heart, it beats violently in my hands in a sticky flow of crimson. Yes, this is my heart, what, are you surprised I have one? And yes, it beats for you.
No, it's not the same one I had when you left, because you took that with you.
I can't see you carrying that anymore.
But here, it doesn't matter, here's your replacement.
Free of charge, don't worry. I understand the money must be tight.
I'm sure payment will come in the form of my blood and tears again.
Have a nice day.