I pulled you from the depths of me.
My mouth opened wide and groans of
Came bleeding out
You leaving the bottom of my chest cavity.
That place they call a heart.
That place from which I have always promised to love.
And I did love you.
I seduced a man.
Another, that said he missed me after I had left.
I seduced him and used his fingers and mouth and dick to try to push you out of me.
I though you might come out in a great orgasm, in a rush of serotonin brought on by someone else.
But you stayed deep in the depths of my heart,
slicing through each of the bandages I had tried
to stop the bleeding.
Do you want to stay or do you want to go?
Neither of us knew.
You wouldn’t come out when I came,
but this man I seduced, he kept trying to resurrect me.
And in my angst and desire to pluck you back tightly to my breast and never let you go,
I shocked him.
He ran from me with his entire body shaking.
He said he didn’t know what had happened.
But I did.
I left him with you still deep inside me.
I cried the whole way home.
If you want to leave,
why won’t you go?