I have a special knife, <br />and it's one that cuts perfectly, <br />and as i cut my heart out, <br />blood doesn't drip on the paper, <br />it lays my hearts remnants out plainly. <br /> <br />As I've done many nights, <br />I've cut my heart out, <br />piece by piece, and put it, <br />on the paper, <br />sometimes in pencil, <br />sometimes in black, <br />or blue blood. <br /> <br />It certainly makes it easier to sleep <br />with you on paper, after all, <br />but dreaming of you puts it back, <br />in a short dream, <br />or by morning, <br />and when i wake up, <br />I realize, <br />that as hurtful as it may be, <br />I couldn't live without a heart, <br />or you.<br /><br />unrequited love<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unrequited-love-i-have-a-special-knife/
