I'm awake under the bright surgery lights.
Feeling the knife take its every slice.
Yes, this is how it feels to have your heart cut open.
Yes, this is what I felt when you left.
The wound is never fully healed.
It bleeds every time I think of you.
I can only survive for so long at this rate.
Please come and return that which you did take.
For part of me was entrusted with you.
Once you were gone, I was gone too.
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 2:42 AM UTC
I'm awake under the bright surgery lights.
Feeling the knife take its every slice.
Yes, this is how it feels to have your heart cut open.
Yes, this is what I felt when you left.
The wound is never fully healed.
It bleeds every time I think of you.
I can only survive for so long at this rate.
Please come and return that which you did take.
For part of me was entrusted with you.
Once you were gone, I was gone too.
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