Blister

The 2 A.M Writer

Verbal you stab

Words perforating my skull

It's cracking, breaking

It's losing myself

Have you forgotten our talk?

My tall tale wasn't one

Have you forgotten our talk?

Are you just so fucking stupid?

Breathing, rhythm lost

Lungs poked by ribs

Can't think of a response?

Sniper picking me off

Drowning in your bullets

...

Now I'm the one screaming

I'm the one tearing security

Did I forget our talk?

I never forgot a fucking thing

...

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 31st, 2016 00:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: About a personal experience of being in a situation where someone is doing something they know hurts you. So you end up snapping and hurting them back with something they are greatly affected by
  • Category: Unclassified
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