Shrapnel Shards


Your kiss is a downer  like heroine 

You touch is an upper like speed

A study in scarlet contrast

You're the needle 

I must bleed. 



Don't you cry, don't you start,

It ain't my fault that you got shredded

by the shrapnel of my heart

You blow me good

That's how it's always been

You blow me good

You taste like methamphetamine

You blow me…

into smithereens !



Your words slow my brain like sweet Mary-Jane

Your rage makes me paranoid like bad cocaine.

Shards of shrapnel feelings

You're the ejaculation

I'm the stain



You are so metaphorical

So fucking allegorical

A sense of misdirection

You are the addiction 

I am just rhetorical