This Isn't Even a Poem

What if I cut out my heart and served it to you on a silver platter?
I'll serve you the cup of my blood;
the bread of my body,
if it makes me worthy enough for you.
You always forget me and I'm cutting out pieces of my brain to avoid the thought of you.
No one told me that falling in love in your 20's the cruelest pain.
♠ ♠ ♠
I just need to vent