Take Myself Apart

So I took the bullet

Even though it did not suit me
What do you have to say to that?
It did not suit me
But I took a hit
And I bared my chest
For the second

You looked at me
And laughed:
“The injury
Is all you get
I’d finish you
But then you would
Be happy”

And you walked away
And left me, injured
But painfully alive
And I was horrified
Of what I was becoming

Even as I look at a blue sky
I feel dissatisfied
With what’s inside my head.


About dcduell

Failed musician. Trying to write for TV. Never sure quite where I'm headed. Serial un-funnyman. I used to do a lot of writing. Sometimes I still do. So I decided to put it on the internet. I'm on Facebook and Twitter. Pretty active on the former, not so much on the latter. Holler at me.
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