I want to thank you
For allowing my eyes
To look into yours
I want to thank you
For spewing out words
Of intellectual understanding
Of passionate phrases and
Allowing me to glance at a page
In your novel
I want to thank you
For taking this half-fledged thing
And subtly teaching her
I want to thank you
For taking her heart
With a grip so tight
Dissecting it
Pulling this pulsating heart apart
Tearing it
Mutilating it
Yet, in a way,
Fixing it.
Your mutilation carving such beauty into her again
I want to thank you
For giving her life again
For allowing her heart to beat steadily again
For inspiring this half-fledged thing
To fly again

You see, I want to thank you
For the pain you've caused,
Yet also for the life you've put inside of me
She's hated you
She's absolutely despised you
Yet, I want to thank you
For fixing my morbid heart.