Autopsy Report

Today I was found dead outside of my poem
body word riddled
laying in a pool of verbs
pen gripped tight in my right hand
but i couldnt pull the ink quick enough
so as love stood opposite of me
approximately 5 feet
because I promised myself I'd never let her get that close again
or fall so deep in it
but I dug a hole 6 feet
and now ironically we're here
duel stance
and she shot faster than me
see, this is the story
time and time again
love has hurt me
so when i finally did enough push-ups
lift 100 pound wieghts to leave her
she couldn't comprehend
its either me
or your going to be slow fucking this here concrete
gasping for air, because the dirt is so sweet
foreplay with casket sheets
this love bitch is crazy
so i reached for my pen
but what i wrote didn't hurt
these poems barely fazed her
as I'm scribbling verbosely
she pulled my heart from her L
loaded it with familiar words
now I'm writing faster
she pulls the trigger slowly
"Nigga drop that pen and come back to me"
raise my hand and aim it at her O
she lets off with no hesitation
her eyes don't even blink
and as the words spew from my heart
hits me so forcefully
she says "One day, I could have loved you back"
tears fallin down her V's
my body dropped
leaking the most grammatic nouns, pronouns, verbs, and adjectives
did I deserve this
am I that cynical and love negative
I had no faith in her
underestimated her so greatly
but I'd take this icebox any day
than a heart with a lady and no warranty
fuck LOVE






what happened to killing me softly?