A Butcher of my Heart

For my heart, you a butcher

Against you I stand without any armor.

Its just flesh, cut me with a smile,

for my heart for you is fragile.

Slice my heart as it not taken,

Serve on a platter, as its forsaken.

At times heart needs to bleed,

to prove that I am human indeed.

Getting my heart slash,

from a person that I have a crush.

Of whom I get adrenaline rush,

and my face always glows with blush.

You took me to new heights unknown,

and set my soul on fire and begone.

At the end, someone should come around,

And be the reason to put me in the ground.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind