Loving her was like licking a battery
It was all fun and games until I couldn't feel my tongue
Loving her was like playing a good old game of darts
But I was the board and she the player
And let me tell you
The bullseye was on my heart
And of course, she was an excellent shot
Why wouldn't she be?
She'd been an archer for years
Her bow was her lips
And her words, arrows that always found my body no matter where I was
Her intents were venom coating the tip of her words
Paralyzing my body, mind, and spirit
Loving her was like standing in the rain
Except the rain was acidic
But I stood there anyway
Because love can make a man destroy the very fiber of his own being
Loving her is looking at the scars on my body
They remind me that even though she's gone
I'm still here
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