I wish you had shot me with a bullet and a gun.
So everyone could see the hole you left behind.
Doctors would reach in it and dig around to pull the bullet out.
My body would eventually heal and the memory of the physical pain it caused would fade as a scar was left behind.
Instead you shot me with your words and your mouth.
Lies, broken promises, and words left unsaid left a wound in my chest the size of my heart.
If only you'd shot me with a bullet and gun.
Then I could say I hated you and everyone would understand.
I'd be given medication and not feel a thing.
I could move on in life as if nothing happened.
But **** you, it just had to be your words and your mouth that inflicted this trauma.
Your sweet words still replay in my mind, torturing my soul.
And no one can see my pain, they don't understand why I hate you.
Why, oh why, couldn't it have been a bullet and gun.
When you leveled your weapon and aimed for my heart I would've been really dead.
But instead I'm still breathing, and walking around. My hearts still beating, my eyes still have to see you. But my mind still thinks of only you and my soul is crushed.
All because of your stupid, beautiful, honey-like words, and your disgusting, perfect, delicious mouth.