i handed you my heart in all its
fragile
fleshy
and powerful glory
knowing
that your hands were decorated with spikes
but you took it and
willfully cradled my beating
perpetuation of existence
so when you pierced
my life source
and caused my soul to
spill out and
pool messily at my feet like
overdrawn bath water would
i don't know
why i
was suprised
YOU ARE READING
soul
Poetrya general collection of my poetry later to be organized into books I want to publish quite literally my diary
