It was on that day, when I lost my mind. I heard your heart beating in this open chest of mine. Barely hanging on, feeling less needed, more alone. My red organ, now more coal and black, has long ago since died. Murdered, stabbed, raped, by betrayal, lust, and lies.
Kissing her neck and praying to holy God above that I don't bite too hard. Bleeding her love into my mouth would send us over to different worlds apart. Please love me said the dying plant to the moon. Sorry he said I only love myself and your too far away to hold. I am not your precious sun...
'And you will never be.