I know full well
that you are the best thing that ever happened to me.
I can’t give you my heart.
Because all those I’ve given pieces of it to
family, lovers, friends
have all cut it out.
And thrown it away.
So if I give you the last bit of my mangled, scarred soul
just to watch you stomp on it
I’m scared of what I’ll become.
In that pain, in that emptiness.