Rip out my heart
so that you can eat it.
Rip out my heart
so that I can eat it.
Oh, how bitter
it must taste.
Oh, how sweet
must yours be.
May I have a bite?
YOU ARE READING
undone - a poetry book
Poetrypoems. about death. about love. although i was never really sure there was that much of a difference there. for is it not true that when we die we are loved more?
