If…
There was a time
That I knew
I was going to be hurt
Bleeding metaphorically
From a torn apart heart
And if…
I knew
The person that made
Those tears appear
I wouldn’t mind
I would tell you to keep ripping
Until there was nothing
Not a thing left of me inside
Because if it was you
As it seems it could be
I wouldn’t mind
Call it masochism
But your hands
The ones that trembled
Your long crooked fingers
That held me so close
It would be those hands
With the slender wrists
Hands that held me so tightly
As I came back to you
It would be them
That tore my heart open
Bearing the contents of my soul
My love for you
To the world
To God himself
I would continue
Not caring that it was you
Who took the last bit of me
Who took all of me
Into your heart
And then carefully
Tore mine away
It would be you
Those hands that hold…
Held
So much of me
I wouldn’t care
That your hands would be
The
Last
Thing
I would ever…
Feel
I know
I would
Not mind
Dying by your hands
If you chose to
Give everything back to me
In torn pieces.