1.
Gloves
You slashed my skin
With the sharp dagger of your words
And I bled my crimson soul.
I thought my blood would stain you forever
But you were wearing gloves.
2.
Surgery
Heartbreak is like a surgery
A lot of blood spilt
Agony and tears
Apprehension and a feeling of solitude
A lot of cuts and incisions
But after you heal, you realise
It was all for your good
And you're better than you were before.
3.
Flowchart
They tell me I'm like a flowchart
Logical, straightforward
Predictable and simple.
I disagree.
I think my mind is more like
The schematic diagram of a cycle
With no beginning or end.
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