What's Left

~What's Left~
        by ~Minja~

I told you to stop
     showing love in weird ways--
     imprinting reds into my face,
     blues on my hands,
     yellow rose, green rose, black rose of my days.

I went to police
     screaming your name to a stranger
     begging him to keep me out of danger
     from a person who's never meant to be a changer,
     to change me, to change you, to change him, to change her.

I bought a gun
     seeking for my own protection
     for you, my love, and your affection
     and the next time you make me feel blood's heat advection
     one shot, two shots, three shots if you make an objection.
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Written for "Love Shouldn't Hurt Poetry Contest"