Never Again

Catching bullets in your body.

That's how you feel when you love somebody.

Finger on the trigger you don't think they'll do it,

then BOW! 

Your organs spilled and your blood is spewing.

Tears rolling out, but not because of the wounds;

You're broken because, your heart is split in two.

Too much pride you know you can take it,

pick yourself up, you know you will make it.

This poem is about: 
Me

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