the puzzle

love,
right now
i want you to know
that i hate every ribbon of myself
for not being able
to shred the sentences
to the words
you need to hear.
if i told you
that you needed to
you could
probably piece this together
and when you did
take a stance
on what i am
in relativity
to you.
in truth
i cant see
what is is
that WE
will be.
years in shutter-vision
perhaps,
or bullets
unfired.
have i broken you?
ive broken me.
your shots are all i hear,
all i smell
taste,
believe.

i wish your
aim
was
sxhadxcky.
shaky.

two
for
two.

chemicals, muscle, and all.
you have me.

you should have just
hit me
square in-between
the eyes
at least
i
would
have seen
this
coming
head
straight
on.