That summer day, when we met

I saw

You had bullets

Lodged in your heart

And for years that were to come

All I did was pry them out

One by one

And having no one, or no place to keep them

Slid them onto my own

And as soon as your last wound closed up,

You were whole again

And you,

You ran away.

Can’t you see me now?

For all I do

Is look for someone to pull out

The bullets I took from you

So that maybe I can run away too.

Run away, to you.


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