My Gift

My heart crawls through the world,

Yet my pulse only stutters when my gift is unwrapped.


Thoughts run dull when its ribbon glistens bright,

Drool trips over as the color turns ripe,

My eyes pop out when its paper ripples,

Tears lose lashes' grip when the knot is too tight,

Beats of pain slither through the coursing of my blood

As I catch the rip.


I need tape and glue to make you better,

Yet it will never look the same.


Respect and love are the only requirements that I need

To stare at the jewel behind your precious cover.


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