Cut Out Hearts Poem by Robin Bennett

I tried every trick in the book
to get your obscene mark
to leave my heart-
It's beat, sluggish from
abuse and lies, hovered at
fifty beats per minute.
Almost clinically dead said
Dr. DoNothing and his pudgy nurse.
So handy with their wires and
beeping machines.
Their bed side manners could
use a stay at an English boarding school.

Finally, these nitwits decide to cut you
out of my heart. One sharp and cold cut.
Waiting for the magic potion of hospital
drugs begin to sing me to sleep, I glimpse
the utter coldness. I never dreamed of
dying in vile green walls, with people
dressed in paper clothing and hair
nets to boot.

Then again, I never dreamed in a million
years, you would put me through this.
You claimed you loved me, impossible!
Every move you made was driven by
hate; you are a liar and a cheater.
Oh, and you suck at being a lover.