another poem...

[emilie4141]

The surgeon asks for his scaffold-

The knife is penetrating the skin,

And I can still feel the pain,

But, it is still not as rigid as the penetrating pain you caused me-

I let you in, like the surgeon with his knife,

But you infiltrated harder than anyone could ever do-

The operation is deep; the results appalling,

The nurse yells that the heart beat is dropping,

Dropping, dropping

He stops with the shock, he uses his hands

His physicality, his knowledge, nothing stops this death,

This broken heart could not be fixed-

Your words cut me deeper than they should-

As the surgeon pounds at the heart to bring me back to life

I know looking at my body that this will never happen.

I am falling, falling falling

Into the world past yours-

Even though you killed me, I would never harm you,

I never needed your love; I just wanted you to need me,

And to feel me in the breath of your soul

But, I was just a disease that infected you-

I am sorry for the hurt, pain and remorse I caused you,

I am sorry the only medicine for you was the death of me,

I die tonight to save your soul,

Without the appreciation, I die with courage, I understand