# bloodshot

Author: james mikoto
Tags: Blood, Death, Misery, Pain, Poems, Poetry

#5 of poetry

I fell into my own trap by wanting you to fall  
My biggest concern was to break you above all.  
  
I wanted you to cry, I wanted you to feel  
I wanted you to collapse, all 'cause of me.  
  
I thought I could play without ever losing a game  
I thought it would be amusing never to fail again  
  
I felt I could be the ocean while you were the ship  
And only a wild move was needed to sink.  
  
But nothing could destroy you, you didn't just leave  
You caught all the bullets and threw them back to me  
  
Then with a satisfied move you wiped off the blood  
And that moment I realized this could never be love.....

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/AnKoNzvn
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