You smiled and shot a pine needle aimed for my heart
Left me winded and wounded and small
Splinters splattered through my veins
The chambers all blocked and punctured.
But I'm not dead, just agonised
Left pining over you
But this time I know it won't **** me
I've learnt this before and I know I'll be fine
The small splinter is heartbreaking and shattering
But it will mend itself, it always does
I'll just try to be okay until then.