When I give my heart to you...

I wonder what you would do,
if I left you,
with my heart,
still beating,
in your outstretched hand.
Blood, dripping down your forearm...

Tell me
what would you do?
Would you keep my half dead, half beating heart
until its useless?
Would you revive it,
give it back to me...

...with looney toon bandaids
needle and thread?

Or would you throw it away?

Will you analyze the curves,
the redness,
the warmth of my,
half dead, half beating heart?
Or is its worthless to you?