I Don't Need Scissors

I don't need scissors to cutout your heart

And toss it aside withoutshedding a tear.

Actions and words have morecutting an edge

Than the most finely honedpair of stainless steel shears.

I won't abide by yourmollified codes that

Demand acquiescence tocivility.

You won't find me yielding orwielding an edge

To the notions of politesociety.

There is a line which, whencrossed, kindles sparks

That build to a wall ofimpenetrable fire

That can't be put down,

Cannot be extinguished,

But only grows deeper andhotter and higher.

 

You had to hurt me.

You had to dig.

You knew the ending rightfrom the start.

Now it's my turn, and I won'tbe kind...

And I don't need scissors tocut out your heart.