I’m cracking my mind
Spilling on the floor
You’re attacking me once more
With a knife
That holds the dictionary
I wish we were ordinary
With a gun
Cocked and loaded
Each bullet molded
With your fist
Rough, soft, and smooth
The weapon I choose
Is you.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
I’m cracking my mind
Spilling on the floor
You’re attacking me once more
With a knife
That holds the dictionary
I wish we were ordinary
With a gun
Cocked and loaded
Each bullet molded
With your fist
Rough, soft, and smooth
The weapon I choose
Is you.
Inspired by a monologue I wrote.
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