You're staring daggers
Right at me.
Your tongue,
a sword.
Your mouth,
a gun.
Your words
Are bullets,
And you never miss a shot.
I am stripped bare
Before you:
No shield,
No mail hauberk,
No helmet.
I am stripped naked
Before you.
My skin pockmarked
Blue, violet,
And in some cases black,
As I suffer the bruises
From the punches and the jabs.
My body covered
In exit wounds:
Bullet wounds,
And knife wounds,
As I endure the
Metal piercing me.
My fingers bleeding
As I hold on to the shards
Of our broken hearts.
You are my downfall.
My undoing.
You are the
Bane of my existence.
And everyday,
I die
A thousand deaths
Because of you.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
You're staring daggers
Right at me.
Your tongue,
a sword.
Your mouth,
a gun.
Your words
Are bullets,
And you never miss a shot.
I am stripped bare
Before you:
No shield,
No mail hauberk,
No helmet.
I am stripped naked
Before you.
My skin pockmarked
Blue, violet,
And in some cases black,
As I suffer the bruises
From the punches and the jabs.
My body covered
In exit wounds:
Bullet wounds,
And knife wounds,
As I endure the
Metal piercing me.
My fingers bleeding
As I hold on to the shards
Of our broken hearts.
You are my downfall.
My undoing.
You are the
Bane of my existence.
And everyday,
I die
A thousand deaths
Because of you.
