Could it be more true?

as I profess my heart

Laying it gently on the ground

and you graze with your fingertips

a plum red staining your nails

underneath those fresh and thin white tips

Let my offering be enough for you

please let's not forget

how hard it is to live without a heart

Your eyes pierce me

as you place my beating

bleeding

ticker on the scale

and I pray for a moment

you deem it lighter than a feather

As the scale teeters

I wonder if you would look away

enough to fancy

that I was good enough

and I thank Ra

as we both watch the feather sink

We both smile in satisfaction

and walk towards the path of the stars