Poetry

Open-Heart Surgery

written by: OurSacredHonor

Why does everything in life seem to go around in circles?
Like the sun that sets only to rise in morning, through the skies pinks, ambers and purples
We run around like headless chickens
Blind to what's around us, never knowing what we're missing
We never take the time to stop and appreciate
We're too selfish, too enveloped in our perpetuating hate
Of everything all at once, nothing's good enough
We all complain about how each one of us has it so damn tough
Cry out for pity but never give sympathy
Incapable of ever sharing in empathy
I'm disgusted sometimes at the things that people do
And hurts me the most when those people are me and you

We are the problem, we are the cause
We are the imperfections, we are the flaws
We are the injustice, we are the hypocrisy
We are not a single thing that you want us to be

This world won't let me be imperfect
I'm sure that for some reason I deserve this
I've screwed up, I know that's true
But never once have I blamed you
I can take responsibility for my own mistakes
I'll dig myself out of my ditches no matter how long it takes
If life is a doctor I know why it loses so many patients
Because love is like open-heart surgery with numerous complications
A scalpel slip, an artery rip, a broken heart
No one seems to know how to fix it, just break it further apart
Ironic how endless this life seems, when it truly is so finite
At birth our fuse is light and we burn like dynamite
Will we sputter out or explode like on the fourth of July?
It doesn't matter cuz at the end of it all I'll just break down again and cry

We are the problem, we are the cause
We are the imperfections, we are the flaws
We are the injustice, we are the hypocrisy
We are not a single thing that you want us to be
We are nothing and everything all at once

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