If You Pluck Out My Heart To

What Have I Eaten? Lies And Smiles.

Let Me Not Be Weak And Tell Others How Bleeding I Am Internally; How Day By Day It Drips, And Gathers, And Congeals.

Please, I Want So Badly For The Good Things To Happen.

My Worst Habit Is My Fear & My Destructive Rationalizing.

So Many People Are Shut Up Tight Inside Themselves Like Boxes, Yet They Would Open Up, Unfolding Quite Wonderfully, If Only You Were Interested In Them.