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Betrayal and derision
Were the bullets in your gun,
And you shot with the skill and precision
Of a seasoned marksman.
But just as I was expiring
on the edge of existence,
You decided that the sea
Would not carry me
Off to a diluted heaven.
You brought me back,
Back in the lonely tower,
Where you fed me lies, coated in sugary syllables,
Pretending they were medicine.
You rubbed salt in to my wounds as you stitched them shut.
I needed rest.
While I slept,
You blocked off paths
that might have led to another's hospitality.
Demons were outside the window.
They watched as I suffered,
Hoping I would die.
But I could not.
Slowly, painfully,
I recovered.
You sometimes check my vital signs.
I am held together,
But never whole.
You never could remove that one last bullet,
Can't heal the hole in my heart.
Were the bullets in your gun,
And you shot with the skill and precision
Of a seasoned marksman.
But just as I was expiring
on the edge of existence,
You decided that the sea
Would not carry me
Off to a diluted heaven.
You brought me back,
Back in the lonely tower,
Where you fed me lies, coated in sugary syllables,
Pretending they were medicine.
You rubbed salt in to my wounds as you stitched them shut.
I needed rest.
While I slept,
You blocked off paths
that might have led to another's hospitality.
Demons were outside the window.
They watched as I suffered,
Hoping I would die.
But I could not.
Slowly, painfully,
I recovered.
You sometimes check my vital signs.
I am held together,
But never whole.
You never could remove that one last bullet,
Can't heal the hole in my heart.
Literature
Automatic
"Darling"
You say
In perfect syncopation with
Glass shattering in my bloodstream
"I'm sorry"
Rasping
Captivating
Nauseating
Distance and indifference
Bleeding through the wallpaper
As I bend silver hair clips into geometric nonsense
"For everything."
Your fingerprints indelible on my jawline
"I was never"
The taste of ammunition
"Angry at you."
As raw broken bones
Fractured clear through the marrow.
Literature
Watcher of the Night
He waits in the shadows
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning
An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition
While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station
Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight
He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally
He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows
Literature
Silence
All I want is the words from your lips,
though I don't know how they'll come out.
Will you scream and shout,
or whisper in my ear.
I want to know,
I need to know.
Are the feelings returned.
Or will I be scorned from the words.
I'm falling,
falling so fast.
Will you save me,
or leave me in the past.
The silence goes on,
and I have my answer.
I see it in your eyes,
the way your lips quiver,
afraid to tell me.
But I already know.
The answer is no.
I stop falling, I've hit the ground.
I'm broken.
No longer can I hear her voice,
no longer can I hear her sound.
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beautifully crafted. It flows very well