I thought you a cardiologist,
Trusting your opinion from the start,
Letting you cut in two my sternum
And cut my vital rib cage apart.

You clamped my veins and my arteries
To give a bypass because they’re blocked.
You cut out my heart for a transplant,
Saying the old one was sick and pocked.

You left me something rotten instead
Which has brought me to a tragic end.
You took my heart full of love for you,
And then just wanted to be my friend.