Quick Draw

I hit the ground
gut shot and reeling
from words you leveled at me
rapid fire
like you can’t afford to miss.
I guess you never heard:
some things are better left unsaid.
You would rather cast my feet in lead
and take me swimming.
You say you’re happier now.

Drag the blade down.

A shallow wound that’s slow to burn.
I never heal and I never learn,
to not ask things that cripple me.
You say you’re happier now.