Bond like Flesh

Your last gift was scissors to cut our bond

Betrayal hurt more than I’d like to admit

To countless calls you will never respond

Sorry, might I ask what made me unfit?

Was all of this a tiresome ordeal?

You’ve grown sick of me and refuse to stay?

Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?

Why was “I’m sorry” all you had to say?

I won’t be closer to another soul

A painful lesson I have learned from you

The heart I once had is no longer whole

You have made and destroyed my young world view

Our bond, like flesh, is easily broken

Scissors are left with words never spoken