You've shot me once before, with a glance
and stabbed me with swift pokes to the chest
running around with a speedy grin on your
beaded tears; sliding DVD's between my lips
for memories sake, yet the memories may as well
have been scratched, the under belly of addiction
swallowed you whole, Tasting your sorrow like
chocolate nightmares; comfort eating?
was that to fill yourself with hope?
your embrace felt like two trees brushing
shoulders in the breeze, with no connection
except a heart beat in a relationship with a pulse
what could i have said? apart from sorry
you twist my mind like a form of abstract art
slapping paint on your face as an exhibition
but can i ever 'make up' for MY wrongs?
I stitch myself back together again with stretched
seams, which seems kind of ironic to me
I talk to you in the voice of someone else
a person that cares for you like, yourself
your cotton wool upbringing had led you
to me for a sand paper love affair
rubbing the edges off your vanity
Viagra emotions bring your heart beat
up a notch, rapidly firing cupids bullets
back into my forehead, but my brain
is now damaged, you shot the wrong organ
and now, our wedding will have to be
introduced with a violin instead.