{"sf1_id":891489,"sf2_id":"AnKoNzvn","title":"bloodshot","author":"james mikoto","words":118,"posted_at":"2015-07-27T20:19:00.000Z","tags":["Blood","Death","Misery","Pain","Poems","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/891489-bloodshot","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKoNzvn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2a/a7/2aa78919-a69b-4154-9cef-d2f4085eefe2","description":"#5 of poetry","content":"I fell into my own trap by wanting you to fall  \nMy biggest concern was to break you above all.  \n  \nI wanted you to cry, I wanted you to feel  \nI wanted you to collapse, all 'cause of me.  \n  \nI thought I could play without ever losing a game  \nI thought it would be amusing never to fail again  \n  \nI felt I could be the ocean while you were the ship  \nAnd only a wild move was needed to sink.  \n  \nBut nothing could destroy you, you didn't just leave  \nYou caught all the bullets and threw them back to me  \n  \nThen with a satisfied move you wiped off the blood  \nAnd that moment I\u0026nbsp;realized\u0026nbsp;this could never be love.....  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/882809-angels-and-demons.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/898993-a-poets-peace.json"}}