The Woe Of The Unrequited

Wear my heart like a trophy,
Though it's not much of a prize.
Put my head on the cabinet,
Cause there is love in my eyes.

Put my flesh on display,
Cause I'm aching skin deep.
Take all you can,
Cause I'm yours to keep.

The worst part is that I know you,
And I can feel your hate.
You cannot bare to see me,
While my heart is on your plate.

There is bitterness in my chest,
And a sneer upon my lips.
But there is nothing I want more,
Than a final farewell kiss.

You've moved on, I can see,
And there's not much I can do.
Just take my living body,
It was made just for you.