I’d open my rib cage and rip out my heart, To show you the pain tearing me apart. Each beat echoes with whispers of sorrow, A melody of longing, hard to swallow.
In the chambers of crimson, memories reside, Etched in every vein, where emotions hide. But love's bitter truth, a cruel work of art, I'd sacrifice all to ease this bleeding part.
Yet in the darkness, a glimmer of hope, A healing word to help me cope. For hearts can mend, spirals start finding solace in being torn apart.

