Nimrod1997

Your hands are warm against my heart, unlike the knife you used to cut

The hole you fill so comfortably, but now I’m pouring out my guts.

I will make room, I’ll empty out, I’ll make sure you can move about.

I’ll change my everything for you, Just keep on doing what you do.

The stitches didn’t hold. My blood is running cold.

You’re tearing into me. You’re happy as can be.

The line is formed with red. My eyes roll back in my head.

You’re tearing me away. I’m fine, or so I say.