shrapnel

[dealated]

You can't leave yet.
Not until you've helped me
pull the shrapnel from my heart.
Not until you sew
up the holes
you rended in me.
I can't do it alone
with my shaking hands
and my head full of pain.
I can't staunch the flow
of feelings I have for you
until I understand
what parts of me
made me someone
you can't love.