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some words are like bullets on skin

they pellet you with pangs and leave you bleeding deep within

I hope that’s not what these words will do to you

I’m only holding this pen for I have ideas to undo

I don’t wish to burden you with these intrusive thoughts

so I’ll keep it sweet, and I’ll keep it really short:

tonight a year ago I first saw your eyes

they’ve changed since then, they’re now eyes that I despise

I don’t know if it’s you I’m talking to or someone else

the whole thing reeks of flashing lights and warning bells

this poem is about two people in one

a new subject, my words have just begun

but to the other, I think it’s time for me to say:

my ink ran out

my words have gone away.