it was like an excorcism
i took the poster
and pinned it to my door
and then
pinned my heart to it too

pinned right through your little house there
stuck it in deep in the wall, right through your little chesterfield
where you sat
and you festered
and i loved you, because my heart was yours
right through it

and then i took it back
cleaner
a better heart

but there's a hole in it now

i would rather be incomplete than dying.