To Be Bulletproof

December 23, 2009
By Denzel.J BRONZE, Hartford, Connecticut
Denzel.J BRONZE, Hartford, Connecticut
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I wish I was bulletproof.
Safe from furious gunshots of rage,
Soaking the soul in blood. Tearing apart the mental state.
Puncturing the emotions
And creating new wounds which never heal.

I just want to be bulletproof
Since I was hurt before,
Many times before.
I need my own perfect armor,
Something sturdy and stable,
Shiny and custom made. I special protection to hold onto me tight,
The embrace of my guardian angel.

I feel so bulletproof.
You were my protection. You held me,
And told me you
“I don’t wanna see you cry. I want to see you happy,
And safe,”
Lovely. I gave you what you wanted, my dear amour.

I wish you had been bulletproof.
You did your job. You granted my wish.
You held me, kept me safe, and stayed by me.
Except now I’m alone.
I ended up being bulletproof since I had you.
But I guess you weren’t really bulletproof.

The author's comments:
This is how i feel everytime i think of my ex and it totally embodies what happens bettween us.

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