My Gun, Your Heart by Aaron BlairI go to sleep at night, pretending
not to love you, all the while
imagining myself as a bullet,
ripping through each chamber
of your heart, marking every
place that I've been. You're
not allowed to forget me, only
allowed to froth pink at the
mouth, to wriggle like a fish
on the floor, to pump out
enough blood to convince me
anything you ever said was true. 12/22/2003 Author's Note: Everything is a symptom of something else. It's sad, if you think about it.
Posted on 12/22/2003 Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Jolie Jordan on 12/22/03 at 10:24 PM That fish line just takes the cake.. |
Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/23/03 at 04:08 AM Incredible images, as always. These lines are so original, so vibrant and strong. Beautiful. |
Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/23/03 at 07:11 PM OUCH. this stings. hardcore. wow. like being branded and then the wound getting infected. niiiceee. |
Posted by Beth K Hannah on 12/24/03 at 12:49 AM romantic, in a brutal and possessive kind of way. I likes. |
Posted by Nicole Assenza on 04/22/06 at 05:07 AM Yes, sir. |
Posted by Tony Whitaker on 02/04/07 at 12:24 PM Ouch! This one hurts just to read, but another of your takes on men. Your need to be a bullet says it perfectly! Excellent Aaron. I love your style! |
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/11/09 at 02:50 PM Very sad- rings too close to home. Great write! |
Posted by Ava Blu on 03/19/11 at 02:21 PM i should have read this eight years ago. |
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/23/11 at 08:26 PM I'm with Ava. |
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/20/11 at 06:51 PM I just want to say again how amazing this poem is. |
Posted by H.M Stevens on 06/20/14 at 02:44 PM emotion nicely captured |
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