Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Buzzard Love

Giving is never enough
When love is floating on a buzzards back
You hope for the end to come fast, quick and burtal
Tear out an eye instead of my heart
At least not seeing will be less believing
Your words never pierced my skin until it snatched my heart
Instead of floating in the air like a humming bird
A buzzard is waiting to take me away
This gruesome thing that I thought was love
Was nothing more than a piece of road kill
Waiting to be eaten, scraped off the ground
Devoured like any other person you saw fit for a relationship
If I was nothing more than your prey
What makes any outcome change the fray
The buzzard will take its time as will the pain you caused
I hope the buzzard is hungry

I hope you enjoy!

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