The Victim

Like a lock on a door:
A gun under the bed, she protects her heart with an army of one.

Never letting her guard down:
She's against the world.

Finger on the stopwatch:
Feelings never run deep.

Her fist through the mirror:
Blood pours down her arm and drips on the white of her blank portrait.

A powder pale face:
Enough makeup to hide her silent scars.

Glassy wide eyes:
Her tears left unshed.

A gorgeous smile:
Only able to hide the pain for so long.

A white lie:
Another whisper no one will hear.

An overflow of feelings:
Her shattered heart has had enough.

Bullet to the head:
One for victim of love.

*Written: December 3, 2007