How to Love an Addict:

Come here a moment,

Sit down

While I stitch up that

Same, sore wound

You’ve reopened so many times. 

If you don’t mind, I’m

Putting in a small piece of my heart

Before I close this up

Just as little as I can give;

At trite relic, really.

When I’m done I want you to leave

Shut the door behind you

And never look back. 

I'm not a surgeon 

and I'm not saint

and I want to keep close

what's left of my heart.