Sugar and Spice ☞ poetry

bullets

B U L L E T S

when will you understand
that I am not bulletproof
your mouth is a gun
and your words are bullets
the things you whisper
the things you shout
the things you say
my skin is not a bulletproof vest
my heart is not protected by kevlar
I am not bulletproof
when will you understand that
there comes a time when you have shot me so many times that there is nothing left for your bullets to hit