Lobotomize me.
Make me a loveless husk
of what once was.
Take away the agony
of living in unlove.
Reach through my reverberating ribcage
and rip out my radioactive heart
poisoning anyone poised
to possibly break it.
Kill the child
like consciousness inside my mind
who crawls across
countless miles of cobblestone roads,
scraped up knees and splintered nails,
to get to some sort of affection
on the other side.
Memories of past loves,
sutures, holding my stitched up chest
back from bursting at the seams
with the desire for a love that
may never come.