Sutures
Sutures
heal the wounded
but doom the healthy
Sutures
are more than stitches and seams
for injuries
seems they can be for hearts too
Sew your heart to mine
and my heart's just a tumor to you
your's too heavy for me
weary eyes wake in a white room
the IV still in your vein
as you lay drained
The wrsitband on your arm
Looks like they removed the tumor
I love you
I love you
I love you
shouted siliently across the room
from a bloody and battered heart
Why can't you be the tumor
And why can I never rip the sutures
without ripping my own flesh apart
I'm sick of the needle and thread
This poem is about:
Me