empty words of love
may to an extent heal and sooth
i am wired however
a wee bit different dear
the sore of this soul
needs sharp and sting
so pain is preferred here
darling -
do prepare, don glove
to scrape its edge
trim off past if you need
take to hand right tool
take to hand right tool
to cut again through and through
use scalpel of truth...
I know
I'm not, never was
ever truly loved by you.
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