you submersed me in a bucket of lies
elaborately whipped up a mask of false affection
old toys are discarded with more care than i was

suffocate me with bubble wrap
crush my skeleton as you stuff me in my box
tape it up and ship me off
check your watch
mr. punctual
just in time for a new masquerade
fresh prey 
none the wiser

examine the blade you used to carve out my heart
slit no deeper than my first layer of skin
lacking craftsmanship
you failed to penetrate in more ways than you'd like to 
admit
i know the problem
your knife was as dull as your personality
at least you can get a better knife