Wounded Heart

I've gotten permanent scares

from things you said shouldn't hurt me.

I have bullet wound holes in my heart.

I would never survive the surgery.

I could bleed out.

My right chamber has mostly "accidents."

The late nights you didn't mean to leave me unwanted.

Neglected to entertain everyone else.

Yet it seems to continue-

I can't move.

At any time the bullets can lodge deeper.

Tear holes big enough to reach the ventricles.

The right chamber has the most.

From the words you seem not to understand the meaning of.

They hurt.

They ricochet off your lips and into my chest.

But it still needs more healing than the left.