The slice in my heart drips, the pain fresh
A slice not unlike the intentional cut from a scalpel
 
Why do you still need her approval, her attention
Why is it alright to trivialize our relationship like that, proclaiming that no one matches up to her, 
You’ve given up searching for her equal.  
 
That door still open on restaurant kitchen door hinges
Sometimes swinging in, sometimes out, doesn’t really close
 
In unguarded moments, I remember and the world appears as if under water
Here I am, the stunt double, the stand in.. I want to scream but my heart seizes
I wait for the pain to recede and the bleeding to stop, but my self made stitches aren’t working
 
The cure to remain unfunded
You won’t walk away in your heart