tears are not superglue...

if my eyes are the windows
to my soul
then my handwriting
is the fingerprints
of my heart
and if i could scream
how much i hate you
because i'm still in love with you
then my voice was no more
a long time ago
yes, we made a bad start
i believed we could have ridden it out
but tears are not superglue
and electronic letters won't console
where cottage hospital cross stitch
may help heal
this flawed organ
i now refuse to share
my faceless, living nightmare.