i am
the book
that you'd probably overlook
i am the skin
that was left untouched
by the sun
i am the beach
your euphoria
washed over me
just like a wave
does the same
i am the punch
you used to say goodbye
what a big fat lie
it hadn't been a 'good' bye
i am the gun
the son of the traitor
sinful evil
mimes the lies
but at times;
i am the victim
of a crime
far worse
than your
ability of
making your
poems rhyme
i am the silence
of a broken alliance
between love
and nothingness

(b.d.s.)