Of Band-aids and bullet holes

 band-aids don't fix bullet holes, Love,

they just hide the oozing pain.

we've stuck so many on by now

it's hard to stop them showing

beyond our sleeves and around our collars.

~

the soul you each tore through every time you shot at me,

every time you denied yourself happiness,

is leaking between the gaps,

pooling in our shoes,

silvery grey drops in our footsteps.

~

i soak up every drop of your soul

that trickles from beneath your feet

and store it in a jar until you need it back, Hon.

it will be mine and I will love it

and cherish it like you won't

let me cherish you.

~

you don't love yourself, Darling.

it breaks my heart to see you suffering

in your self-made hell.

you will not let me enter

to try and drag you out.

permeating in misery doesn't suit you, Love.

~

the smile in your eyes can be radiant

if only you'd give it a light to shine.

i'd be that one for you, my Dear, i'd be that one for you

if only you'd let me.

~

Love, we're one and the same

hurting me is hurting you.

you're the side that takes the pain

encapsulates it and shoves the ballets through my skin

~

Darling, why can't we love ourself more?

stop loading the gun every time we look in the mirror

i love you, Hon, can't you see?

~

but you shoot at me instead

with hard words, not balls of lead.

and all my soul leaks out

through the holes you left in my chest.

you hand me the sticky plasters,

say "cover up those leaks"

but band-aids don't fix bullet holes, Love

not those you rip in me. 

 

~

Author's note : inspired a bit by the catchphrase of Taylor Swift's Bad Blood (though I haven't actually watched the music video or heard the song >.< )