Bifucation of sorts

Here then
take this gun
if it hurts that bad
I will aid in your unsuffering

this my undoing

she stabbed me in the back
but it hurt worse in the face
I slit her throat
she stabbed me in the heart
we f|_|(ked
it's an endless cycle

and this my undoing

I've lived a life only for this
to keep this and hold this
to never bifurcate from this
but she
she is a dicitoumous monument

monumental monotony
monochromatic malevolence
violence caused by violins
prostrateing to porcelin gods
to porcelin gods to porcelin devils

you were glass and we were fragile
and this fragility is so pretty
I just had to test it

in a thousand tiny little shards
we exlpode
as the universe laughs out our
terrible tribulations

we are lost
and I am gone

and she is a dicotomous monument