Buried, deep in red

“I want to carve out your heart,

warm and beating in my hands,

and serve it to

you.”

 

But you’re selfish and I know you want

All of me, immediately

You won’t even leave a part of me, for me.

Envy what I get to see in a glass-edged mirror,

Perhaps, you’ve grown uncomfortable with reality?

[…]

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