Faulty Surgery

When I was first planning this piece it was going to be a romance poem, then the romance ended and this was the result.

It was just two months ago
I was laying across your surgeon's table
Allowing you to cut into me
Pulling the skin of torso apart
Exposing my insides
Never once did I ask for anesthesia
I trusted you not to hurt me

I didn't try to guard myself
Or pull my skin back together
Even though I was so afraid
Of letting you see what's inside me
For I hadn't seen it all myself

And never once did I try to break free
Of the shackles you used to bound me with
Until you reached for my heart
Detached it from the valves
And began to pick it apart
 

But I became reassured by the look on your face
Although I couldn't see what it was that you had found
But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of something shiny
And you held to my face a locket in the shape of heart
The type I had always dreamt of owning

But when you opened it
It didn't have a picture of me and daddy
There was just a word in the tiniest print engraved on the side
Too small for me to make out

You wouldn't tell me what it said
You just sewed me up
And stuck that locket in your back pocket

But it wasn't until I told you
To throw away the locket
That you stole from the very depths of my heart
For I was sick of not knowing what it said
That you told me it was your name
Written in the most beautiful script

But I never could write in script
And I never wanted to know what was inside me
So now I'm left wishing I never climbed on that table
As you're searching for new patients
Forgetting all about my locket