My mouth was the gun
My lips the trigger
Without thinking I pulled the trigger
My words turned into bullets that pierced through his glass heart
It shatters all over before I can even understand what I have done
If I had a moment to think this through I could have stopped the bullets
But it was too late
The glass was shattered
Even when put back together you could still see the cracks
Maybe next time he falls in love
He will be bulletproof.
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The Beauty of a Lie
PoetryJust some of my poems put together. I wrote these throughout the last couple years. I hope you enjoy 💛
