Would you like it back?

We’re left sitting
In silence
In confusion
In frustration

In this broken love

Soaked in
the curdled hearts
we’ve shred like
confetti

The blood stains
like the lipstick
you liked so much

I could never tell
when you wanted to
kiss me or
kill me.

I meant to carve
my heart out and gift it to you
to show you
you could have
both
anything,
everything.

I seem to have missed and cut out yours.

Do you want it back?

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