verbal warfare
she sat there wielded with a belt of grenades
my mouth a machine gun shooting what i had to say
sure she was pelted over and over by my hate
but when she threw her words at me that was all it would take
one line she said blew me to bits
my heart and my mind ceased to exist
my insides spilled on the floor of the house i grew up in
the place now like a bloody war zone or a messed up prison
my anger spoke through the door slam she had to have heard
left a note scribbled with sloppy rage you could barely even read the words
i set out for anywhere far away from here
if i had the strength i would have kept walking for years
i never turned around or even thought twice
about the devil with her flames but a heart of ice