You walked into a firing squad
Of one.
In my solitude
Shooting sparks at
Every misdirected angle!
And you, my love
Are my target...
Pain pours through me
like a freezing rain
Over flat plains
And curvacious mountaintops!
Their perfection grating
to an insecure heart,
Feeding a neverending
Despair.
The ridges and clefts,
A beauty unmatched
By the ugliness
of flat land,
gouged and weathered
by elements
Unknown!
And those feet...
left size twelve footprints
all over me!
Stomping in hurt so deep
It can't be shaken...
Do you feel it?
Author notes
Inspired by my fiancee's hidden porn collection... which is no longer so well hidden as it has been in the two and a half years we have lived together.
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