Poems are not bullets, but you used them to make me target practice anyway.
You were my phoenix, yet I was the sour apple burning in your mouth, lacking in taste and simply rotting to the core.
Who am I? Who are we?
I used my words to coax you out of your shell, and you took them as war and spat them out straight back at me.
Ready, aim, fire.
I am dripping in the blood from the scars you have inflicted upon me.
But I am smiling from ear to ear.
Within that fire, you showed your true colours to me and they are not golden.
No, my eyes are clear now.
You are standing alone, and I am not.
I have an army ready to support me, to share my bruises and bleeding behind me.
Who are you to judge how I feel?
Who are you to judge how I look?
My love blinded me but now I can see you for the rotten core that you are.
Take aim at me, I will not flinch any more.
I am the woman you let get away,
I am rising from the ashes and burning brighter than the sun,
I am beautiful,
I am radiant,
and I am damned if I let your words hurt me any more.
Ready, aim, shoot.
What are you waiting for?
Those born under the Gemini sign are very forgiving. However, as forgiving as they are, they won’t forget.