Bullets
You know how f**ked up it was,
You're words we're like bullets from a gun.
Man made bullets, you filled with liquid nitrogen.
You shot me with each word.
(SHUT UP I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU WANT)
You emptied your clip out, caving in my chest and
here I was thinking that you cared.
The crackling sounds echoed loud,
I held in my pain, too shocked to say a word.
Watching your face, know emotion did it display.
Eyes turning a darker shade of black,
From all the hatred you wasn't holding back.
Inspired by a breakup. 2023
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