If You Were To Cut Me

If you were to cut me
    I would bleed the pain of yesterday's tears. the neglect of my feelings would pour out of my body as a rapid river rushing into an abundant bay of misery. you would see the pity of tomorrows lovers and friends

If you were to cut me
    I would bleed the love that I can offer but no one is offering to take.  the venerability of a young child left in a silent village of strangers. yet, the hope of a better day where love and passion run free in the house of a beautifully unified family

If you were to cut me
    You would be the cut among many whom dont belong. the painless laceration of hate, a keeiloid, you would have done me a new justice because the only cuts that have been left upon me have been of those who claimed love