Bring me a scapel
Throw me a knife
So I can catch it
And cut out my heart tonight

Costs me my life
Wasting my thoughts
Rip it out
Prepare for the draught

Cut me wide open
Blood on the floor
Screaming in pain
Looking at the door

Remove from me
The piece that cares
The only piece
That you wouldn't dare

Cutting slowly
Savour the pain
Knowing that
All that's left is gain

Once i'm done
There's nothing there
But haunting memories
That I shouldn't care

I'm done with this
I'm done with you
Start the surgury
My Heartwork is due

She holds my muse captive in a cage with bars of bamboo
I fear if I don't retrieve it I'll never be completed
Use a scapel to spill my guts on loose leaf, then I delete it
It's unworthy, it's too wordy
Got too much love for you I'd be broken if you heard it
And these days, I'm not too sure who recites it
And these days' I'm indifferent with who likes it
Somedays I don't even know the man who writes it
Scribble a wordy flurry and not understand what incites it
It all feels insightless
A pretentious attempt to be righteous
And what is righteousness?
Staring bold faced at the heart of the abyss
Saying even though it's looming I can't be defined by this
Or lose my mind to this, thinking ignorance is bliss
Enlightenment ensorcelled with the progress of humanity
Standing hand in hand with a communal prosperity
No severalty severity
Trade your famous 15 seconds for just one moment of clarity

if my father has taught me anything in twenty years
it is to avoid a man with any resemblance of him
and it's not that I feel sorry for myself but if we're being honest
he broke my mother's heart before mine was ever intact
and I was born trying to piece together a mess of a man with no intentions of being saved
because I believed every drunken "baby things will be different soon"
and I thought that if you loved someone it meant pulling them out of the pit they dug themself into
so I keep letting people fall temporarily in love with me
and trying to fill the gaps of my past with boys with their own open wounds
hoping my words are a scapel until they realize I'm just a human and not a surgeon
I just knew what it felt like to have your heart ripped into shreds before I even knew what organs were

Ye! Few words like a sharpened scapel,
Deftly said in a sec; but lived for years
Fiercely, reverberated in my heart like a roar
Few words but ripped my heart in shattering crevices,
Said as if it was not practiced like a movie theater.

It started like counting of numbers;
That never ends until the reader stops.
You played and dribble me like a football.
I loved like we were on the same wavelength,
But, don’t know have been walking on a parallel line.

You said I was your dream come true,
Like a slave, I obeyed your words,
But, it ended like a nightmare.
You said we will always be together,
Like a fool, I played along.

You tore my heart but not me.
You broke the pride but not the drive.
You sliced the heart but not my dream.
You left a scar but made my star
Your hurt made me a valiant.

But now my sun shines without your light.
My leaf waves without your breeze.
My bird flies without your wing.
My food tastes sweet without your salt.
My music sounds melodious without your beats.

‘Cause, now am living a **** LIFE,
The hurt U gave life.
The heart you left is now strong than a rock.
You made me the strongest lady in the world
Thanks to you.


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