Tumbling down a spiral filled with war,
Bullets hitting my bones and
Ringing in my ears,
All because you two cannot stop
Playing with your guns.
The fires each of you carry are heavy and ferocious,
But cannot tame itself any further
Since what’s been said has been said
And what’s been done has been done.
For you two to leave each other –– easier said
Than done –– would need so much more
Effort than pulling out the bruises and scars
And reliving those moments again.
You’re together for me, but I’d rather
Feel peace in the empty rooms and sunshine
On my face. So, with my only shield being my
Duvet blanket that can only barely
Cover the rumbling whispers outside my door,
I’m crying in my bedroom alone
In the darkness, sobbing as silently as
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