Target Practice

Every word is like a bullet
Nicking here and there
Each one well aimed
Swiftly, deftly meeting its mark
They're true and I'm bleeding
Bleeding and breaking
Like glass shattered on the ground
Ground into smaller pieces underfoot
Pieces no one sees
Pieces I hope remain unseen
Like the strain in this false smile
And the irony in these sweet words
Hoping against all odds you’ll prove me wrong
Dying a little each time you prove me otherwise
Slowly, carelessly leaving their mark
They’re false and I’m breaking
Breaking and bleeding
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Nov 30, 2012