After both experiencing and witnessing the hurt caused by relationships both romantic and frantic, I thought about how your eyes feel as you recall your memories. As though your tears are made from liquid methyl nitrate and will simply explode as you dig deeper into recollection.
In danger of explosion should combustible bullshit persist
You give your all, believe everything
Love without question and feel something special
But no, you’re not
Polluted waters mask debris that cuts deep
Flattering tongue fattens you up
Ready to cut your gullible throat
Months turn into years, years into tears.
Those whispers in mind’s corridors
Feeding paranoid delusions
Then twin barrels suddenly fire
Blasting at neurological disorder
It shoots itself in the foot
Nae, both feet and
Its vindictive head most dead
Gunpowder tears dry on a once loved cheek
Though sporting a black eye
Broken nose
And constipation
Beliefs no longer believed
No pity for the acidic
No crying over spilt bile
Heading on a trip on a runaway train
Destination nowhere
Where no-one really cares
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