i heard tales of times when you gave slices of your heart to everyone,
and no one tore a piece of themselves out for you.
i'll take a shining and glistening knife,
and rip through my ivory skin in the moonlight—
dig through my organs
and break my rips,
just to grab my soul in whole to gift to you.
i hope you don't leave me
like everyone left you,
it's bad enough having one person give their heart away and never have it returned.