Heartbound

A cold, silver knife rests on my shaking fingers. I graze the blade across my life; the slicing of it lingers. I push the metal through my skin, right to my chest, it cuts. I have to let the blade in, to remove my outer crust. I peel, I tear, I rip to reveal my blood-stained bones. I put my hand up to my ribs, and let out strangled moans. I open up to display: my rising-falling lungs. I grip the air from my chest and bite my curling tongue. I move the wind from its nest to expose my aching heart. Your eyes light up and reach for: what you wanted from the start I wish to hold you right before My body gives away With your final tear my eyes gloss over and my life fades to gray. My flesh and heart is yours to keep and my blood is yours to drink. My soul fades and fumbles into eternal, restful sleep. My heart free-falls into your love Your words, your needs, your touch. I was there to serve- but not enough- and way too much. In the end my breath a waste My vessel a sunken ship. What I would've done for just a taste Of the poison on your lips. Your drug a loving hater, I couldn't take the dose. Your toxic love a savoir, to the silent cries I post. My addiction to your obsession, killed me in the end I never learned my lesson, and I never can again.