ouch!!!!

they saw that there was a problem, that i was lonely and in a lot of pain

they said something needed to be done, i needed surgery right away

they said they wouldnt hurt me. that they were the best one for the job.

they said i’ll be much happier once they removed the lump causing my body to throb

no knife was used. nothing given to numb the pain.

just two hands and one heart

 now thing of it remains.

i thought they were suppose to make things better

i thought they would wanna do a follow up

but they just went in and ripped it out

and left me here in their dust

i look down to see the hole where my heart use to be

i signed a consent saying they could have

but i didnt think they’d take it and leave

they didnt even take the time to close the wound

or even try to patch me back up

hey just left me here for the world to see

my hurt, my pain, my misery

someone walked by and said there will come another who will fix it

but i wonder if i want them to or if i’ll trust them to do it

i mean this isnt the first time i’ve been here

chest open and in pain

but each time i’m hoping its the last time

only to be proven wrong once again.

each time i hav to wait for a new heart to be born out of the pain

making it tougher then the previous one, hoping not to be hurt again

formed out of my tears, my screams, and my cries

with the space in the middle getting smaller and smaller where the love abides

i dont kno how many more of the operations i can handle

how many more until my heart becomes stone and shuts the world out

but i have to keep trying, having to keep giving love a fighting chance

because deep down inside we all want a little love and romance

so until that day i can find the one to not take my heart and leave

dropping it on the floor, throwing it away or in a pouch

i’ll go thru this over and over again

saying ouch…

 

 

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January 30, 2008

I’ve had my fair share of those ‘operations,’ too… I really like this poem, and your user piture’s really cool.

January 30, 2008

good poem

January 31, 2008

insecurity i figured is one of his *issues* and yes my friends would be understanding if i told them to stay away, but i dont want to let go of them..so,oh well

February 2, 2008

you’re wonderful Sean Michael. feel better. 🙁