27 years in, one heart out...

Slowly trying to exit

Discretely as a deserter can be

This has to be a well thought out plan

No witnesses, your vulnerable eyes must not see

Careful, removing familiar mundane pieces

Those trinkets mean the earth to you

You wont survive with those reminders

And carnage, my slither of heart will not do

Erasing myself ever so softly 

Little by little shedding away I tear

The drawers are hollow and lighter

The cupboards are starving, but bare

That picture of us on the nightstand

Haunting sweet image will be your demise

My slithering heart now an inch thick

I will remove this death sentence from your eyes

Beating organ withdrawing for weeks

These attaching objects, the final touch

Your eyes now heavier, pained so naive

Force feeling I can't. I'm simply a selfish lush.