Crushed Pomegranate

I offer my love in the palm of my hands
My heart isn't whole, it isn't complete
Nothing but a small pile of pomegranate seeds
They aren't pristine or shimmering in freshness
But they are all I have to give right now
Bruised and a little bleeding, poured into your outstretched hands
I wonder what you'll do with my offering to you
Will you throw them in your mouth and crush them between your teeth
Will you just hold them... letting them stain you
My love sinking into your skin, staining them forever
Or will you let them slip through your fingers?
One by one hitting the floor as you stare at me
Not knowing or not caring to know what the seeds are
I give them to you... to just have you know I will take what you give
But I am giving you my all... All that I can possibly give