The Abortion Expert

The title of this poem came from an open mic that I go to sometimes.  This kid came up to me and said "Hey I loved your stuff especially that 'abortion expert' poem."  I couldn't figure out the right title for this one so it just stuck.

The Abortion Expert

A heart can never be happy unless it’s free

Cause love only bends it, breaks it, scars it deeply

And a girl like me is always twice as reckless

Until her heart’s left beaten and twisted; her mind callous

I never learn from my mistakes – instead I wait until

I’m out from the mend then seek new ways to bend, beat, break

That which just healed, that which I just felt recuperate

You’re the last person I wanted to see; your smile an indication

Of everything I needed to avoid and instead I got undressed

Left you nothing except what lies under my chest

I want to train my body’s reaction to the butterflies at first kiss

I want to kill them dead before there’s time to reminisce

Then I want to ignore the beautiful massacre that just took place

Butterflies wings now dust while I sit wiping kisses off my face

I want to walk into gardens alone to unplant all seeds

Like an abortion expert – killing things before there’s time to breathe

This is an ode to those who can turn hearts to stone

Please stop it, paralyze it, freeze it, as hard as bone

I’ve loved too many yet the only one I’ve ever slept with is the Devil

And now he won’t stop calling; my body hypnotized, responding

I answer every time ‘cause it still gets lonely.

It still gets lonely...