Hand on hand my heart stumbles, my mind resists.
Reason is sharp, but the heart always bleeds its way to victory and that is my sweetest agony.

in the morgue
name tag tied to big toe

the autopsy
naked to the bone

you may let out a last moan
but that will be death, making itself heard

The world needs fixing
That much is true
But we can still make it heal
Let's just start with glue

Split it down the middle
Spew the venom 'round the side
It's not perfect, but it'll function
Maybe we're all a little broken inside

I was just a misspelled word
you so easily erased
from the notebook of your life.

                  
Now,
how do I ever erase you —
the most beautiful poem of my heart?