Trauma

There's a bullet in my heart,
I am bleeding, 
Swiftly buckshot from miles beyond my mind, 
You were deceiving,
A blooming flower, a crisp apple strung upon a tree, 
You startle me with your stark eloquence,
And I am drawn by your cosmic understanding,
Or rather theory of life and love intertwined,
Life was an expanding yet finite cavern, 
So caliginous and continuous, 
Love was simply a dampened matchbox, 
Only dreaming of setting fire,
Yet my soul held a blaze,
That could reduce cities to ashes,
And all I wanted, 
Was to set your lurid world lucid.