I bit into your pink beating heart,
not like a wolf after its prey.
No, this was an act of passion,
I bit into you out of want and love.
Did it annoy you, the way I dug into your flesh?
Getting under your skin like a knife,
while your vital fluid dripped off my chin.
I didn’t mean to hurt you.
I could not sit and watch you anymore.
I spit out your core with regret,
and I reached the raw and bitter truth.
Cut free sloppily and unfinished.
Your smooth surface tarnished and damaged.
That was not my intention.