Nope.
No way.
No.
He doesn't love me.
He made that clear.

If my heart were
a person.
He slit the wrists
concrete feet
shot to the head
might as well be dead.
Air bubbles in my
I.V.
brain washed through my
T.V.
Cut all my ties
get ready for flies
Poison in the air
blood through my hair.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
And the monitor went still.

Then a new one came.
Healed all the wounds.
New lungs were given.
Veins were restored.
My mind was explored.
Bullet removed.
Could walk without shoes.
Blood washed away.
No flies anyday.

The scars were
there
fading away.
Until old was forgotten.
Lost.
Destroyed.

The new was
cherished.