I know better than to follow
barking dogs.
But I can get away with murder.
8 minutes of forced passion,
of rushed kisses
and exaggerated rhythms.
My heart is drenched in vomit
and it will never rinse clean.
I pulled the trigger,
some bullets can't be called home.
I have killed my love
and I must live with that truth,
all my days and nights ahead.
written September 9th 2014
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