But I loved you with all my heart
I ripped my skin in front of you and
gave you my heart on a little tray
and you just looked at it
because you didn't want to get
blood on your hands
so I cleaned the blood
and washed my heart
and gave you once more
but you said you couldn't accept it
because it looked too sad
without that reddish color
so I cut my hand
and spilled my blood again
and you couldn't accept it
because it looked like a disfigured mess
and my heart no longer looked like one
so I put my organ back in my chest
and you decided to accept it this time
but it was too late
I no longer wanted to open my skin to you
