Deep

I cut myself too deep,
For the thorns of your withering heart
With red tears, do my wounds weep
Dripping open, part by part.

I bare myself open,
For the sake of your malicious smile
With all my pieces, broken,
Repairing though, might take a while.

I crack open my heart, wide,
For the love of your bewitching eyes
With the fear of a darkness, pied,
Never thinking, if it really was wise?

I gave my ascendancy away,
For the plight of your raised brow
With my existence did i let you, play,
Never expecting this extreme throw.

I slashed my hand open,
For the grief of your deceiving heart
With all my pain flowing, unspoken,
Merely because of your dreary dart.