Cartographer

You found me lost on the map. You found me here, misguided, misplaced. My compass permanently southbound. I begged you to rewrite me. And as you chalked the outlines of my heart in vibrant, burning light, my dark covered you, blanket-like. Ensnaring your hands and your mouth. Suffocating. Myself as the lack of oxygen to your blood-stream. So I drew a breath with my pen on your lungs. But I couldn’t save you from me.