Patchwork Heart

A heart once whole
cut open; fixed up
finally broken beyond repair
left to die
inches before the finish line.

Someone sees it:
another bleeding heart;
wishing to rescue,
redeem itself for its own death.

What a sight to see
a heart; alone
bleeding out its emotions.

A few stitches
a quick fix meant only to last a moment
a life given and taken back
all in the blink of an eye.

The strings tatter and fall apart
the heart can take no more.

It pulls out the thread.

With one final wish; it meets its demise:
never to be hurt
never to cause hurt

It wants nothing more
than to let itself drip-dry
bleed out
fade out
feel nothing, no more.

It cries scarlet through its holes
exposing itself while trying to hide;
trying to lie.

It hangs itself
with the efforts others gave to repair.

Finally; with nothing left
it destroys the pieces holding it together
leaving bare and raw
its insides.

But there's nothing left to see.