The Bullet That Didn’t

17 Jan





Scars left by hollow tips

Hallow hearts empty of feeling

The proverbial gun blast of us, exploded in one ugly moment

Fragmenting a once promising love

Splitting us like firewood

Making us two

Hearts that beat as one

Minds that merge into a single body

Souls that merge in heavens realm

The damage is done, or is it?

The shots are misdirected as you tremble with emotion

Striking fear and mental barbs

So, why do i feel this physically?

Why must i feel pain and suffering?

Trying to love a loose cannon

Whose wick is short and fuse not stable

I lit a match to see into your darkness

Accidentally sparking a life spiraling toward me

Twisting and turning with such velocity

Determined and ready to explode on contact

Shattering my heart to pieces

From one misguided shot

The bullet knows no pain

It is cold, heartless and without a soul

It has no name unless assigned

It has no shame unless defined

You shot at me with Hate, not Love

It must have deflected or hit a wall

Cause as usual i come out unscathed

The bullet that didn’t explode that day

One shot through the Heart without breaking the Skin


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2 responses to “The Bullet That Didn’t

  1. Shannon Tre'Shon Chanel Baylis

    February 8, 2013 at 10:08 pm

    I really like this poem! Your word choice was perfect!

  2. Yolanda

    March 5, 2013 at 12:58 pm

    Amazing! I really love this!


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