couldn't help but notice

it.

toxic heart, scrape the ooze off

scrape the overuse,

it’s green and alive

beating with radiation

giving all it has, has rotted it

thick layers of bubbling  deceit

and butterflies

dead ones, with twitches and reflexes

last night was nice, I smiled and laughed

breathing in the simplicity

that wasn’t the lie

the lie was in our hands; trickling past

I’m sorry I didn’t catch it and fling it into view

I’m sorry I didn’t slap my heart on the table

So you could see the bruises and the holes

Here’s my last cut, the deepest mark

Not on my whole heart but beneath

Somewhere deeper

I couldn’t put into words what was happening

I forgot to scream and yawned instead

It’s not your fault

     it’s just your hand print