Poems from the heart

I rip my heart out with a battered arm
All bloody bruised
And write this poem out with the sharpened shard
It's been misused
       Confused
So I just tossed it
     Kept writing anyway
A muddled mess of emotion streaked
 All smudgy red and gray
I felt the pain but kept my head
Cause I said I had some shit I
Had to say
The tendrils spread my message
While arteries gave sprays to shade
But it seemed my color had dimmed
So I write you night today
And if you find a message in this
Good
Cause the next one might take me long
My soul is weary
Plus i've only got
     one more arm...