What absolute lethergy
A facade made of sharp smiles
What an inadequacy
Trap between fierce walls
Of a want that had grown tentacles
And transformed itself in to such
Unbiased, raw need
A need neither he nor I
Neither the space we made between us
Nor the breath we shared
Could ever manage to fill
And thus began the story of our crippeld hearts
Though I promise you
Yours had healed much better than mine
For you had new fingers
Plastering bandages over the hole
I made when removing me was necessary
Of such great importance, it was
New delicate fingers fumbled
With your fragile heart
And your heart, bleeding as it was
Let them cuddle it
I do not blame it
Though mine sores from bruises left untended
From blows and punctures
I never let others mend
For with out the sting
What will I have left
To remind me of those bitter sweet
Perhpas more bitter than sweet
Times I had spent stitching you
In to my very being