Word are being thrown at me like snowballs on a snow day.
The sting goes deeper and deeper and penetrates my heart not because of the cold searing sting but because of the thrower.
4 years today I smiled and caught this beautiful girl and she’s the only one out of reach and she always will be. So that leaves me holding the bag that she left as she walked out the door with someone better.
Slowly door by door the house silences and I’m left to wonder what would be, what if…
I’m bleeding..
Cut by the icy edge of doubt and the twin side of regret..my kryptonite
These words should b painted upon my body so one day I can overcome them but I fear as though I never will. Ill rather bleed out like a deer shot through the heart, barely going on until the barrel goes boom one more time
Echoing in my ears…a death worth less honor then a knife to the wrists.
Now have I caught her attention, doubtful for she lies with him as I suffer and they prosper.
Late, tired yep it’s my usual time to get a move on.
To get hurt or maybe hurt someone…well either is possible with me.
What I know is as I go on, dropping em like a small army of flies..
they find the man on the horse as I find empty glasses and a bed made up on one side. As usual
Peace out
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