Rips

I want you to see the tears that fill my cup

how I drink it in its entirety afterwards

because of how dry you leave my throat

how dry you leave my heart

because every time I open up

I can’t even get a word to meet your ear

you shove your hand into my chest

feeling around for my darkness

so that yours won’t look so dark

hoping to find a gun pointed at you

to prove that I am out for revenge

but I don’t want to devour you

my words are not born from hate

they search for the love that I missed

wanting to know why it was never shown

I just want the rips to be sewn