i give myself freely
constantly, openly
here's my heart it's on your plate
barely breathing
i have my life to live
i've got the cities to see and the lights
to berate me
it's my time for beck
and my time for kissing your neck
i've got the world at my feet,
it left yours long ago
different pages and different road signs
i left you for another day
i'll do it again in a way
where you'll put your heart on a plate
i won't eat it. but you'll get it back, untouched and aching.
"break me, just break my soul" i say,
"then i might not want you anymore"
"then maybe i won't want you to touch me so badly"
"and ache so fervently"
it's not your time,
but it's mine. and it's his.
and he's coming my way.
and he'll earn me.
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