If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Would you rip it out my chest?

Would you take of the pain?

The glass shards of words that borrowed into my skin?

If you looked inside would you run and hide?

What you’d see would hurt your eyes

Leaving you blind.

Would you look at me the same

Or would you turn and walk away?

Like everyone else

Every other day.

Or would you see through all the stains and all the pain.

Would you stay?

And love me the same?