Ketchup Packet

My heart is a ketchup packet,

Vulnerable at the perforated edges.

Outside, it's plastic and metal;

Inside, it's like everyone else's.

I'd rather you tear it up

At it's zigzag seams.

For you to use it up is what 

The red within me dreams.

Oh, to die for a cause

By giving my all.

To risk something from a short life

All for another's call.

I try to present myself better

But no one looks for packets anymore.

How could I compete

When the whole world just wants more?

So on the table I'll wait

Until you find what you need.

But I can't be here forever

When life tells me to proceed.

(8:32 PM, 03/30/12, Computer Room at Home)

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