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Dear Love,
They say that the knockout punch
Is the one you never saw coming
If that’s true, it would explain why
You never lost our fights.
Look… we’ve been at this for years, you and I
I don’t know about you, but I’m getting a little old for this sort of thing
I know I’m a little more than sick of the beatings
And this can’t be much of a challenge for you anymore
So, I think it’s time to call a truce
Here are my terms

My heart beats your name into my chest
Like a blacksmith forges steel
And that beat cuts its way through my veins
And drowns my mind in its grip
It longs to be free
Take my heart away from me

Tear my head from my shoulders
I hope you drain it dry as it bleeds out
Every thought that my brain was soaking in
Drink it all
They were always yours
They should go where they belong

Cut my stomach open
That’s where the butterflies live
They’re shy, so you need to cut deep
I don’t know how they got there,
But I feel them every time you’re close
They always wanted to escape their cage
To dance upon the sky around you
But I lost the key a while back
It’s time you set them free

Take my arms away from me
These arms that held you close as we danced in perfect time
Perfect, awkward time
Pull them right from their sockets
They always carried my most precious wish
And my fondest hopes
So, I guess they always belonged with you
I’m sure you’ll find a better use for them

If you won’t take my arms,
Then at least take my hands
These hands that always shoved you aside
To safeguard my fear of you
The hands that should have given you everything I could
And once clawed so desperately to touch you

I wish you would take my eyes,
These eyes I taught to hide from yours
They always begged to catch you
Maybe you could hold them
Like the gaze that I couldn’t

I wish you would rip my ears clean off
I taught them to hear the sound of adventure,
But they always craved to hear it in your song
In every new way they could
I guess I taught them very well to lie to themselves
Maybe you could teach them
To hear the words I was too scared to say

Take my tongue
I can’t give it the flavor that it craves
Because I’d rather say nothing
Than say something dangerous
Like the Krispy Kreme taste of
Your name sandwiched between “I” and “you”

Leave my legs behind
I don’t find them to be useful
I’m sick of running away from you
And that seems to be the only skill they have

Dear Love,
You may be wondering why I’m asking you this
I don’t know if you know it,
But you have a reputation
Of taking what is and making it better
So, I wrote down all of the parts
That I thought you could use
I think I got everything
Maybe you could do the same for me

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Dear Love,
They say that the knockout punch
Is the one you never saw coming
If that’s true, it would explain why
You never lost our fights.
Look… we’ve been at this for years, you and I
I don’t know about you, but I’m getting a little old for this sort of thing
I know I’m a little more than sick of the beatings
And this can’t be much of a challenge for you anymore
So, I think it’s time to call a truce
Here are my terms

My heart beats your name into my chest
Like a blacksmith forges steel
And that beat cuts its way through my veins
And drowns my mind in its grip
It longs to be free
Take my heart away from me

Tear my head from my shoulders
I hope you drain it dry as it bleeds out
Every thought that my brain was soaking in
Drink it all
They were always yours
They should go where they belong

Cut my stomach open
That’s where the butterflies live
They’re shy, so you need to cut deep
I don’t know how they got there,
But I feel them every time you’re close
They always wanted to escape their cage
To dance upon the sky around you
But I lost the key a while back
It’s time you set them free

Take my arms away from me
These arms that held you close as we danced in perfect time
Perfect, awkward time
Pull them right from their sockets
They always carried my most precious wish
And my fondest hopes
So, I guess they always belonged with you
I’m sure you’ll find a better use for them

If you won’t take my arms,
Then at least take my hands
These hands that always shoved you aside
To safeguard my fear of you
The hands that should have given you everything I could
And once clawed so desperately to touch you

I wish you would take my eyes,
These eyes I taught to hide from yours
They always begged to catch you
Maybe you could hold them
Like the gaze that I couldn’t

I wish you would rip my ears clean off
I taught them to hear the sound of adventure,
But they always craved to hear it in your song
In every new way they could
I guess I taught them very well to lie to themselves
Maybe you could teach them
To hear the words I was too scared to say

Take my tongue
I can’t give it the flavor that it craves
Because I’d rather say nothing
Than say something dangerous
Like the Krispy Kreme taste of
Your name sandwiched between “I” and “you”

Leave my legs behind
I don’t find them to be useful
I’m sick of running away from you
And that seems to be the only skill they have

Dear Love,
You may be wondering why I’m asking you this
I don’t know if you know it,
But you have a reputation
Of taking what is and making it better
So, I wrote down all of the parts
That I thought you could use
I think I got everything
Maybe you could do the same for me