here's my heart, I hope its good enough

I crack my heart over a burning skillet,
I attempt to serve it sunny side up,
my failed attempt,
turns to a pile of scrambled eggs.

I hand them over,
and what do I get in return?

too salty,
not enough cheese,
pass the pepper over here.

well,
I guess my heart just isnt good enough.
but its all I have,

and its bleeding