Open Heart Surgery

Sometimes I wish 

I could rip my chest open,

stab holes in my heart

like all these intangible wounds.


It's been through so much, my heart.


Broken so many times

Often by my own hands

But not always


It can't take any more pain.


I can't take any more pain,

self-inflicted or otherwise.


I just want to disintegrate

into a pile of dust.


I want my heart to stop beating

if it means the pain will stop.

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Very intense, with not one

Very intense, with not one word wasted or out of place.  Whenever I read one of your poems, I find the utmost in literary merit.  You are one of the most exceptional poets on this cite, and I applaud this poem, and your work in general.