I'd like to tie a tourniquet
around your wounded heart
and watch until the blood
stops dripping
then I would cut away the mangled mass
of decaying vessels that hang
below the pulsing mound of life.
Perhaps then you could begin,
begin to feel, begin to love,
begin to live.
Mary Nagy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-s-remove-your-rotten-heart/
