the moment splits

into memories missed

and hope fades like the morning mist

so many times have I bent in for a kiss

to be pushed back, ignored and dismissed

now I'm caught in a six shooter masquerade

I SHOULD'VE KNOWN SOONER

I was the three piece that didn't suit her

now I'm on the fence contemplating

and I'm under investigation

enter frustration

with pistols blazing shooting up the joint

and I've reached the point

of no return

or so I thought

takin turns

oh wait better not

broken hearts are only mended by ugly scars

but I want to go back to the start

when my stomach gave way to cattepillar cocoons

breaking apart

I can't figure this out alone,

a clean break is as unseen as bleeding stones

no broken bones

but damages are shown

I love her to death. It's well known.