Chinese-Burned Heart

You gave my heart a Chinese burn
When you said you didn’t want me
You made it dead and fit for an urn
Because you put it so bluntly.

It transformed back into muscle
A broken pump, a bit of meat
Our war, to you, was a tussle
And your heart continued to beat.

You Chinese-burned each chamber
So that the sting stood strong, remained
You punched the arteries and pinched the valves
You even kicked the veins.

So it sat in my chest, a poor old dead thing
A lump still twisted in pain
Yet somehow it kept the blood beating
But beating the sound of your name.

I’d like to take it out of there
Remove the thing entirely
Dropkick it out a window
Or drown it in a bucket, slyly.

One thing stops me from binning it
My useless, Chinese-burned heart
And it’s the hope that one day...
Someone else will make it feel 
How it did at the start.