"bulletwound" poems
It hurt so much
When you shot me
But then i remembered
I gave you the gun.
You pulled the trigger
And looked me in the eyes
And the emptiness i saw
Was hurting me more
Than the bulletwound
That left me without
Breath and i felt everything
Streaming out of me.
You shot me straight
In my heart but really
It doesnt matter i'm
Not capable of love anyway
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 5:41 PM UTC