did you know;
For they go through hell,
To create a heaven for their in-patients
Some who are hell-bent.
That’s where I found myself,
Or rather lost it when I found me,
In your broken self.
Trying to heal your scars,
Sustaining third degree burns.
It’s like every time you kicked me out
You flattered me,
I graduated from an out-patient,
To the in-patient,
in the casualty ward
They told me; we will try to fix your broken heart
After the surgery, and the purgatory
I found my fixed heart still beating for you
Tables might have turned,
But your fire in me was still burning.