Beating Red

What would you do if I ripped apart my upper half and showed to you everything inside?

Would you then understand the love that I have for you, or would you stand there gawking at the beating red?

Would you cry for the pain I've put myself through?

Would you help me align the cut from the two sides back together to make one?

I love the way you're around but never care

I love the way you're oblivious as to when I stare

Paying no attention to me for all these years at last I have found my own fair share of what everyone else has: another beating red that beats to the rhythm of mine

Another beating red that has no fear inside