When I make you sad,
I want to rip out my heart
And feed it to the dog;
Because I deserve it.
When I make you mad,
I want to rip out my liver,
And feed it to the cat,
Because I deserve it.
When I make you scared,
I want to rip myself to pieces
And let you eat me alive,
Because I deserve it.
I could never hurt you.
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Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
PoesiaThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
