The thing is,
love really didn't like me.
It banged and clanged
around my bullet proof mentality.
It held that AK,
looked through the scope,
checked to see where the wind was coming from
and pierced that one heel with the strength of Hercules.
The machete hacked through my heart
with such vigilance that I'm numb to the world.
The glock's barrel
was pushed against my chest,
with no barrier in between.
These weapons will end me. I will open my eyes,
stare them straight in the windows to its soul and whisper,
I was never good enough for you,
hurt me in the worst way possible.
Give me the torture I prefer, relish in my protein gliding downward showing my fate,
that i accepted so long ago.
YOU ARE READING
LTAB FLA
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