You cut me open, bare it all for your needy eyes to take in. You draw an X on each spot your lips have landed and I find myself covered in red. And I almost wish you only touched the outside but your fingerprints are all over my substance, my meat, my soul.
You had gray eyes that sparked blue when we touched, and I bit down on my bottom lip each time you had me in those steel arms.
I don't know why they saw you as callous when I considered you kind. They saw your flaws while I focused on your strengths. They saw you as hard and cold and forbidding but you were the warmest place I knew.
I saw you for our quiet moments--our gloom--when we were alone and everything in the room was shaking under the magnitude of your heartbeat.
I know you aren't heartless, your heart just wasn't for me.
