I used to think I was bullet proof.
Dodging your bullets.
Until.
You hit me with a special bullet.
You hit me.
You always knew how to get to my heart.
You left me alone.
Until.
I was no longer.
Bullet proof.
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no regrets just love
Poetryis it possible to have so many mixed emotions at once? is it possible to love someone so much... and not have them love you back.
