Words-a Nimble

Words: hurtling little bullets,
Drawing lamentations like oozing blood,
carelessly aiming,
At will; No shame.
I am a slain fragile creature,
With only a single petal in my arsenal.
I am the fool,
Loon tune and out of song,
Forgotten and forlorn,
Beneath your self indulgent porn.
Words nimble like leaves in the fall,
And i believed it all,
Now i am opposed to all but three,
I wished you could say to me;
So delicately.
Shy away from this picture,
Movefurther from;                              
And you might find comfort there,
In the despair,
Out of love;
and hopelessly unaware.

Artist Painting: Audrey Kawasaki