Bullets Made of Glass

Shots fired
To keep on going, keep on fighting
Or let this be the final ending
Here I am looking back
How I stood up and laughed
Bleeding, broken, and damaged
Now scars remain
Shards of glass Embedded in my skin
Barely visible they seem
Then days come where I appear
To haven't truly healed
The shattered pieces
Of those bullets
Within the deepest crevices
Of my seemingly eternal aching soul
So I come to wonder...
Does the ghost of your hurt ever disappear?

J. A. Burgundy

February 2016

I Was Wrong

So stuck on my yesterday
I was a prisoner of my past
So lost, and hoping it would last
Swearing only a little longer
It will get better, it has to get better
Fighting for so hard for so long
One starts to believe hurting makes us strong
That we must suffer to make it worth it
If we've come so far, we gotta make it
I was wrong
Loving someone shouldn't have to be so hard
Love has it's challenges
Though it should be life testing you
Not the person who swears to love you
And just because someone believes they love you
Doesn't mean their love is pure and true
Who loves you won't hurt, or betray you
It's sad one sustains so much
Believing they're in love
It takes them to lose everything
To have nothing
To realize their attempts were in vain
Nothing changed
That in the end
It's just you who no longer is the same
The hurt and pain
The mental and emotional abuse
It sure as hell changes you
You're not the same as to when it all started
You come out a different person
Damaged and broken.

J. A. Burgundy

August 2015

Why Did They Die So Quickly?

Why did they die?
They didn't last
They never do
But this time,
They died quickly
I watch them now
As the tips slowly turn brown
Then a dark red
So tainted
Must have been the venom
Those words of insults you spat at me
The anger, the hate, the grudges
I tried to tell you
To warn you
But you never listen do you?
You say it's okay
That it's not too late
They can still be saved
You can keep buying me roses
But take notice
Starting over, a fresh beginning
Isn't the remedy
You're toxic
You bring death
Upon all you say to love
It was never love was it?
It was a sick twisted fantasy obsession
You're love wasn't pure.
Because it wasn't even love
It was something else
Love is what feeds flowers to be
How come you're beautiful roses are wilting?
Yet my Momma's Lilies she gave to me
Are still standing beautifully?
It is because she loves me
The kind of love that is pure
Open, forgiving, not tainted
It's genuine.
Surely there's a difference I know it
Ours was a more passionate affair
Yet call me naive if you will
If you please, I mean
I believe in a happy living
We never had that harmony
No bliss, no peace,  no happy beginning, no happy ending.
And that is why
They died.
Why they died so quickly.

J. A. Burgundy

June 2015