Get yourself a knife of Japanese steel,
Capable of cutting through a fine silk scarf.
Apply it gently, with a surgeon’s care
To every lie you believed out of the goodness of your heart.
The ones that bind you, old but fresh
Sunk with wire in tender flesh
Lies declared as truth
by those you loved.
Not good enough;
I am not ready for a relationship;
Pending improvement in your performance;
You are weird;
What’s wrong with you;
How can you be so insensitive;
No one cares about you;
I am brutally honest (cue: cruel) because I love you.
Gently, I said.
On each and every one.
The truth of you