Blunt words, I thought they’d tickle me,
But they hit me hard.
Making me laugh at my own predicament,
They cut me while I refused to buy them.
That was when my heart had a reason to pull itself away,
Away from you where it sought a way.
Tell them it said, that yes it is still alive,
Nevertheless with tattered faith that it will soon fly in its own sky.
Being what it is not, is what it’ll never be,
Dripping down a life it wished you to see,
Sinking in the deep ocean of expectations it knows it will again sail with me.