Giving you my words is like holding my heart in my hands for you to see

Trusting you with all that I am

My bleeding beating heart

I hold onto it too tight, I’m so scared

Squeezing it so hard blood drip through my fingers onto the floor

You can see everything about me in my heart,

The way it seems to beat slightly to fast from fear from excitement from life,

The scars I try to cover with my fingers but

I feel as if they are still on full display

and they are the seams of black

My dark parts

I hope you like my bleeding beating heart