My body is a castle,
that has seen better days.
Flesh can hold a grudge.
My hesitation is only a crutch,
for I need a gentle heart
to unleash this flood.
You,
are a crude coward,
nursing a beer,
driving a dart.
You were only a means to an end,
nothing special,
never a start.
I wanted to believe your words
but like fireworks,
they fell apart.
And now it's just dark.
Your bite was nothing
compared to your bark.
written June 1st 2014
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