#*gore maybe

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

I’ll cut him out of my heart, 

with my sharpest hatred;

It’ll be bloody and painful. 

But, still, 

it will heal over, and 

all that will remain is

a bitter memory and 

a faint pink scar.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

Ask anything, I’ll give it.

Take my brain, seeing as it’s already filled with thoughts of you.

Take my lungs, you’ve already stolen my breath away.

Take my heart, it beats for you anyhow.

Take it all, you deserve it.