Your heart
Pumped new life into me
Through colorful veins, connecting
And winding into mine
With motions of love, digging
Warming what went cold
Discovering me.

But my decayed tissue stuck to me like cold mud,
Only unable to be washed away by the constant pulse of your working blood.
I cut you out of my life with a rough blade and there was blood everywhere.
I don't know what happens from here but I hope you find love,
Somewhere out there,
And that your caring nature guides you to the right place
Somewhere you can call home.

But I am not your home--
I can't be the one you want.