Rip My Heart Out And Leave Me Bleeding With A Smile On My Face

Chris, how do you not notice this?
These scriptures written in the dead of night
Formed from the blood on the floor
And the ink in my veins
The blood, as if you care, came from
My late night encounters with a lovely piece of metal
Pressing cold kisses against my heart
The ink, if you’re still reading this, came to be
By all the ink I’ve wasted on you
Seeping through the gaping hole in my chest
Where my heart used to be
Before you ripped it out

Poem by Sisky Biz.

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