You are like lemon juice in a deep wound
You stain my flesh you rotten thing.
You also healed it in a gruesome bloody manner
Poorly sewn up gashes don't stay closed for long
Blood seeps through my clothing and you cleaned it but in all trades there comes a price.
You ripped out my heart and let it pulse slower and slower until you no longer felt it.
You crushed it underneath the heel of your shoe to further twist the knife in the wound.
I watched as my heart was mutilated by you, a person I trusted.
I was a corpse yet I was still alive, I was nothing but muscle, bone and skin.
You made me vulnerable, I trusted you and you took advantage.
You wilted the flower that was in my heart and picked the petals until nothing but a stem was left.
You damaged me.
