My kind of love
I cut open my chest,
reach into it;
rip the heart out,
and place it into your soft, elegant hands.
Slowly,
I close them.
My heart,
offered to you as a sacrifice.
Accept it.
For what good is a heart,
if it doesn’t have a purpose.
Take a moment.
Look inside of it.
And you will know who I truly am.
I fall,
onto the ground,
bleeding,
gasping for air.
As the last dying breath,
is leaving my body,
know that I have always loved you.
My kind of love - a poem
Last update: 6 June 2021