My love, you'd never know you're on the edge of every thought
And with every word, I ache to rip out my heart and lay it on the table
There it is, convulsing and bleeding on the wood, exposed
Blood creeping off the side of the table
And I, staring you in the eye.
Look at it, I'd say.
Stare. Tell me how ugly and scarred it is.
Is this all you've got? You'd ask.
I'd nod, hand you the knife and tell you to take a stab.
How dumb of me,
I wanted you to pick it up.
I wanted you to dust it off,
Running your magic fingers along the scars.
But instead you'd look away,
And forget this ever happened.