Bullets and old friends

Since when did your tongue hold a gun?

Was it darts at first

or just rocks?

Since when is your aim so accurate

so deadly?

Since when have I been blind

to your intentions?

I guess I once froze,

and then thawed

lleaving

some parts behind;

the good,

the brightness

all left in the air

to be turned into sunlight.

Since when was paper the medium?

sold out by coins and

bad intentions

Always at your disposal

Down to the knees,

bowed head.

I saw thruth,

the lies,

now nothing at all.

Then boiling blood,

spilling with might.

What happened?

What happened?

Is it just me?

#English #Poem #Betrayal