Bullets Are A Girl's Best Friend

Roses are red
Like the blood that I shed.
Violets are blue
Like your eyes that kill me too.
And revenge is sweet
Like the poison apples you eat.

You won't throw me on the floor
'Cause those eyes don't knock me out anymore.
I'm returning your bouquet of thorns
With the heartbreak it adorns
And you'll regret the stitches you ripped
By the fuse you never snipped.

You stand amongst the dying embers
But you're not the only one who remembers.
I refuse to lose my mind
Because I know you're not one-of-a-kind,
I'm not waiting for you to come around,
You're digging your grave in this unconsecrated ground.

The hardest part of living
Is the empty heart that aches from giving;
The gun still smoking in my hand
I'll blow the boulevard to a wasteland.
The red and blue keep me going,
With scissors and knives I'll reap what I'm sowing.

I'm not so pretty on the inside,
You're not so perfect on the dark side,
We all go to hell today
And it's a lifetime we'll stay.
I'm a heart attack screaming do or die,
You're the only friend who makes me cry.

Bullets are gray
Like the ashes left after the fray.
Halos are gold
Like the happiness you lose when you fold.
And revenge is still sweet
Like the poison apples I love to eat.

Author's Note

Angry, just angry.