Organ Failure No. 2

I need you to cauterize

The wounds he left behind

The bleeder that has sprung

Is draining my heart dry

Crushing both my lungs as they try

To begin to breathe again

Locked inside my ribcage

Slowly drowning in my pain

My sternum presses down on them

Collapsing from the weight

Of the unrealized expectations

And questions gone unanswered

I know it’s a lot to ask

To help bring my body back

From the brink of this implosion

So if you can’t I’ll understand

But if you have the healing hands

The patience and the nerve

Could you suture me together

Bandage up the heartbreak

Dress the wounds and change them

As often as you’re willing to