mutation

past issues

no words in existence can hurt me the way yours does
when they spew from your mouth and fall upon me
i am shattered into thousands of pieces
i feel as if i have been flung through a glass window heart first
i bleed from every open orifice and
i do not have enough band-aids to cover all the open wounds
as i begin to pick away the specs of glass in my eye
that you have so willingly pointed out
i see images of you and i am scared to the bone
i see heredity…genetics at its best
and i wish i could instantly rearrange my DNA
to replace the adenine with guanine assuring me
a heart that would never have the ability to so easily say
“i don’t give a damn about how you feel.”
and you wonder why i bleed