Person With Bullets

Person With Bullets

Person With Bullets

Person with bullets with no guns,
BAM! . . .BAM! . . .BAM! . . .BAM!!!!
“You wanna be hurt” 4 bullets went straight to my heart,
My bulletproof heart failed me, broken into and disabled,
My firewall helpless against these bullets,
Fire some shots back but my dynamite not enough to reach it’s destination,
Raise my hand for you to save me, but some more shots are fired with no gun,
PULL MYSELF UP WITH WHAT’S LEFT OF MY STRENGTH,
I try to fire a few shots hoping they turn into flowers when they hit you,
They fall down instead as they’re bricks of meaningless words,
Tears roll out of my eyes as ice they land on the ground, hoping you’d hear the cries nested within them,
My cartridge is empty, I don’t have anymore bullets to fire,
I can’t pierce through your heart, with flowers and chocolate,
but my bleeding heart vulnerable for you to finish off, you’re the person with bullets after all,

All I Ever Wanted

All I ever wanted was to be happy,
To make you happy,
To make you feel like the princess that you are,
i laid myself on the floor as the red carpet fit for royalty meant for you to walk on,
all i never wanted was to be hurt,
To be uncared for and not looked after,
To make you unhappy,
every spill, every tear that lands on me like acid on clothes, ate away slowly until there’s nothing left of me,
a thread, that’s what’s left of me,
a thread that you can’t walk on anymore,
a thread of a carpet that was once fit for royalty now forgotten,
only a piece of thread left, being cut bit by bit everyday til there’s nothing left,