Carve out my besotted heart
Cut it up
Set out the separately sliced Ventricles a piece apart
Then let the blood seep into the wooden floor as though to sup
Peel my Vena Cava and Pulmonary from my Aorta.. Set them out at angles
Rip away my Pericardium and let it fall thinly through the air to be stickily tangled
Atrioventricular valves droop as their fragile forms realise they are unnecessary now
Semilunar valves flap down the wrong way as the muscles lose all know how
Chordae Tendinaea lose elasticity as the Ventricles are cut apart from the atria with a snap
The Septum sliced down its middle as the two are separated carefully on your lap
I don't suppose you were at all careful with my Auricles, were you?
As much as you would have been with my Apex as you tore the Pericardium from it, so from one they became two.
It was wrong of me indeed..
Is it so evil for me to live? To try? To need?
Because what it seems to me
No matter what I do, how I act,
It's interpreted inappropriately
Are my good intentions so difficult to see?
I'm bending over backwards to make things work
I'm doing all I can not to go berserk
All this fucking sneaking around
It's making me sick and so I surround
Myself with all of the things that cause you to conceive
The thoughts in your head that untrue about me
All I need is to be comforted and loved, not left on a shelf
I need to be made to feel that I'm allowed to be myself
Until you notice that this is how I feel
My unhappiness and discomfort only shall I reveal
If it weren't for you and your complaining
I'd be grand and contentedness'd be sailing
Until then your knowledge is lost
Until then I'll observe your confusion at no cost
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