A/N: I can't just write happy poetry, can I? It either has to be totally silly, or totally morbid. (Like this one.) So, I picture this as theifshipping, but I guess if you wanted it could be tendershipping. Please ignore the wonky formatting- FF dot N tends to take one look at my poems and see how much it can do to f*ck with the original spacing. (So, those giant gaps between lines? Not supposed to be there, but I can't figure out how to fix it.) Enjoy?
Cry me a river
Tears made of blood
Mine?
Or is it yours?
Hearts
Are made to bleed
Blood flows like water
Water is blood
Churning
Dear heart
Lovely heart
Your knife at my chest
Wrist
Neck
Waiting to cut
To spill
Life drains out
You drink it down
Heats your throat
Coats your tongue
I taste it
That coppery sting
Mine?
Or is it yours?
Don't you know?
You live in a cage
Trapped
Blood of centuries
Runs down your fingers
Gathers
Hides
In your little golden ring
Your prison
Your lies
All that's left of what was yours
Theirs now
Drink me
Dear heart
Lovely heart
I'll make you smaller
Hide you
Safe in my pocket
But I'm afraid I'll
Smother you
Choke you
Try to
(Don't want to)
But hearts
Are fickle things
Funny things
Silly things
Important things
Do you even have one?
Or did you lose it?
Lose yourself
Dear heart
Lovely heart
In gold and silver
Rubies and gems
Color of blood
Mine?
Or is it yours?
(Is it ours?)
Dear heart
Lovely heart
Make the incision
Cut me open
Save me from me
From you
From us
My heart
Your heart
Our heart
One
And the same
Together we bleed
But death is transition
Dear heart
Lovely heart
(My death?)
(Or your death?)
Neither
(Our death)
Dear heart
Lovely heart
My heart
Bleed me
Feed me
Need me
Dear heart
Lovely heart
Cry me a river
Tears made of blood
Dripping
Dripping
Dear heart
Lovely heart
My heart