Amnesia

Tear out my throbbing heart. 

Please. I’m begging you. 

I need a new one, that won’t ache Every time you walk by.

One that isn’t so shattered that

It can barely be used. 

One that will like

A person 

Who might actually like me back.

One made of stone,

Or hell, I don’t know, iron

ANYTHING strong enough 

To stop it from breaking all over again

With every breath I take. 

Tear out my throbbing heart. 

Give me one that doesn’t remember.