Plastic Heart

 
Come bleed with me  
It's what you want isn't it  
Let's rest our ragged wrists  
together on this page  
and watch it slowly  
turning red.     
  
I'd rather write about  
the slick of plastic  
in the Pacific  
but I know  
it's not on   
your doorstep.      
  
So we'll just roll out  
that same old heartbreak   
one more time again  
even though this pen  
grows rusty   
from catching all the tears       
  
And maybe that's my fault 
I knew I should have  
bought one   
made from plastic  
because plastic
never rusts