You said you loved me.
But you didnt act like it.
You knew my heart was black.
Yet you stabbed it.
Expecting black blood.
Instead the blod was red.
If you would've asked.
I would've told you.
Even black hearts bleed red.
Tonya Kincheloe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-hearts-bleed-red/
