Slicing away thin slices of pain
I envision the blade, long and sharp
I wish it were possible
To trim off the hurt
And slice into the parts of me that felt pain when you were gone
No, I don’t miss you,
Nor your poison
Nothing pure came from you
But I feel like I need you
To return the keys to my shackles
I need a connection, to justify my years
If I cut away my past
What was I before now?