My Frankenstein Heart

Mon, 05/14/2018 - 21:43 -- cb1102

My first loves,
The word “love”
Taken and spoken lightly
Just as they took my heart
From my chest,
Far too young to know
What that would mean,
Balanced lightly upon
Careful fingertips
Placed lightly upon the floor,
Heel of their boot dug
Deep within it
Chambers ripping and separating,
Thick lovesick blood coating the floor beneath
And every day I would return
To the spot,
Chest a barren hole plugged
With empty words and
Empty touches,
I would reach out and pick up
The heart that is cursed
To love too deeply
And sew a stitch into
The mottled flesh
Like this, my Frankenstein heart
And I carried on.
And though it may fall
From its cavity all too often
And all too hard,
It is mine
It is cursed
It is blessed
And it is beautiful
 

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