If your hand could reach inside my heart,

What would you do with it?

Would you keep it safe inside my chest?

(Or rip it apart?)

Would you bandage up the wounds?

(Or give it deeper scars?)

Would you bring back the crimson glow?

(Or turn it charcoal grey?)

Would you return the busted leftovers?

(Or hide them away?)

If I could reach my hand inside your heart?

What would I do with it?

Would I gently reach for it?

(Or clasp my hand around it tight?)

Would I feel the soft drum of your heartbeat?

(Or crush it inside my palm instead?)

Would I treasure it and keep it safe?

(Or burn the shattered remains?)

I tried to tear out your heart and rip it apart,

(But all I felt was a hollow chest)