Get yourself a knife to shine


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;

Almost perfect;

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;




Dumb bitch;

No one cares about you;

I am brutally honest (cue: cruel) because I love you.

Gently, I said.

Surgeon’s concentration.

On each and every one.

The truth of you

You decide.