The Dagger I Cant Pull Out

You can weave between the pages
You can inject a needle.

You can cut me open,
Start operation.

You can fly a plane across the world,
You can hide underground.

You can send me letters and words.

But you can't make me believe in love.
Maybe there used to be some sort of drug that was sold, and that was love.

Or birds set free, and that was love.

But the drugs have been sold and the birds have gone extinct.

And everyone has the other half they need.

But not here. Not this one.
Maybe I used to actually be treated as a human being.

As all the planets align, I fall out of orbit.