You stare at me
Blaring siren eyes
Despite your disguise
I envision each groove of a rigid core
The story reversed
It's like you expected me
But You. were always meant to be
The antagonist
I made every effort to come full circle but you refused to drive me through the roundabouts. You crashed against the curb and cravings for each other crunched into crisp, melting metal.
not the awarding kind
but the kind that is found in the components of a bullet.
You aim at me
Improperly handling the gun
And to think I was still going to love you
Even after I began to bleed out
-vivi
