Everything I ever let go of has claw marks on it.
And every chocolate I’ve ever bitten into has my
teeth marks on the wrapper.
My pencils in school have their wood chipped off,
And my erasers have holes poked inside of them.

Every person I’ve ever fallen in love with,
Has their face carved in my heart.
And every thought that circled my mind has
Left me with the red on my skin,
that’d crumble into white.

I sculpted your face in my heart.
Not with clay made of stone, but
With my veins spun around and my
Arteries oozing out blood.
I made your hair even longer,
And your nose, a bit shorter.
I made your heart with pieces of mine,
So maybe you’d learn to love me
The way I love you.

I gave you my empathy,
And I also gave you my patience.
I took away pieces of your sadness and
Parts of your anger.
I buried them into mine as I watched
Your face melt away and eventually
My veins came back into place and my
Arteries flowed through me again.
I held onto my sculpture of you,
And even tighter onto the perfect image
Of you I carved with my bones.

My chocolates are untouched,
And my erasers are clean.
But my heart is still carved,
With your face looking at me.

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