Plastic Heart

 
Come bleed with me  
 
It's what you want isn't it  
 
Let's rest our torn wrists  
 
together on this page  
 
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[/font]