The cold
shivered shoulder
of a girl
mocha-skinned
who promised you the world,
but when you couldn't keep up,
she gave up.

All the dreams
of this being true,
that you swore never would be,
are broken picture frames
in the mirror-mask of my heart.

To think
you'd hurt me
worse than the one
you healed me from.

I'm worse off than when
I met you. How
does that feel?

Then prove it.

Well at least
we answered
that debate,
didn't we?

Seriously,
don't come to close
to me.

I wonder
if this gun
will ***
in my mouth
as hard as he did
in yours?

"It's funny how
a mid life crisis
will make you
start to believe
in God."

I would be seeking
some sort of forgiveness too,
if I were you.