The One That Got Inside

The One That Got Inside

She rips through me with bullets of desire,
She grips me, holds me tight,
Holds me close with sharpened fingers,
Like knives.
The bullets hurt,
And the knives dig deep, to the bone.
Is this how she treats people?
Or does she just hate me?
I valued her,
I trusted her,
I loved her.
But I didn’t think she would kill me.

I love poetry, man, I read this about 2 or 3 times, and I have a general idea.

You are talking about the one who managed to get deep inside your life and manage to hurt you? I felt something click inside me while reading, I have a similar exp.