healer's curse

i pour my love into cracks too big to hold it
that heart of yours that still is hers
my words can't begin to describe it
but i try and i try
and each day a little more of me dies
that hope once blooming is now decaying
into a cancer so black and twisted
that even to the worst i couldn't wish it
so i patch it and i stitch it
with pieces of mine into a quilt
that will always beat in time with mine
it pulses it writhes it's bloody like mine
and still
i pour my love into cracks to big to hold it
you're healing and you don't even know it
but you will
and next time
when you try
you'll feel it - more deeply than any tear
more jagged than the claws of her snare
you'll feel it
that heart you have is whole
but the patches
the stitches
they're mine
you're whole, and you still don't know it
but you will
and the next time you try
that unnatural flutter, that quickening of excitement,
that love of divine,
that's mine