Rip It Off

Is there a bandaid out there

That fixes bleeding hearts?

Not one that simply aches

Or is a tad bad, a tad sad,

I need one large enough

For a massive, raw ripping

Of my major organ.

You know when you’re a kid

Your mom could slap a sticker

On a scratch and you were better in

Minutes but tell me how long I’ll

Feel as if the core of my being

Has been dug out with rusted nails

And it gushes with gaslighting

And oozes with broken promises.

Tell me is there a bandage to

Patch up the decimated pieces

Of my arteries cut back to old wounds

And the charred chambers that

Now seep with the thick blood

Of my old trauma that is spilled

Now everywhere everywhere everywhere

Tell me, sweetheart, is there a bandaid

To fix what you’ve done to me?