If hospital rooms
were made for the terminally ill
my heart would reside in them
until it's beats completely still
I fell in love with cemeteries
the day I found out
they were so full of history
and maybe that's why
I fell in love with you
But you were a cigarette to my lips
a shot of nicotine darkening my lungs
I felt your effect from head to hips
I grew comfortable with hospital rooms
the day I realized
they held hope throughout the doom
I grew comfortable in the beds
grew accustomed to the taste of the pills
to take away the pain that formed in my head
You were a slow growing death
a tumor to my body
I never realized how much it would hurt
until I was far gone
I have learned
From now on
There will be no more
emergency room heart breaks
no more
"it-feels-like-dying" heart aches
My heart is
mine for the taking
it will no longer be
yours for the breaking