I, and only I.

Take a scalple
              to my wrist.
No, I'm not into that.
      Slap me and smack me
                    around.
Give me some kind of pain.
No, I'm not into that.
      But please,
              stomp on my heart
it's what I feel the most
      it's what I hold dear.
Closer then my family
      closer then myself.
Just squeeze the life
      from it
boil and stab it
to make sure it's ready
              Cut it into nothing,
        but shards.
useless peices of heart
        thats what I wish
for you to do.
        Because that
              I will feel.

No, no one knows
me enough.
        No one could cause
              such pain
except me.
You could never get
        close enough
              to shatter my heart.
Unless, I let you,
could my future
        to love
        to charish
        to believe
              be sabatoshed.
My own pain
        is in my own hands.
Should I blindly
        trust you,
              and tell you,
the lie that slit my throat.

                      I love you.