I have a special knife,
and it's one that cuts perfectly,
and as i cut my heart out,
blood doesn't drip on the paper,
it lays my hearts remnants out plainly.
As I've done many nights,
I've cut my heart out,
piece by piece, and put it,
on the paper,
sometimes in pencil,
sometimes in black,
or blue blood.
It certainly makes it easier to sleep
with you on paper, after all,
but dreaming of you puts it back,
in a short dream,
or by morning,
and when i wake up,
I realize,
that as hurtful as it may be,
I couldn't live without a heart,
or you.
unrequited love
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