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The Terrorists are People too
i love everything about you
the way you smell
the way you look
first thing in the morning
the way you walk
your back slouched
your head tucked forward
as if your ready
at any moment
to dive to the ground
when the first bomb falls or
when the first shot rings out
around you
i love how you
expect nothing
from anyone
from the world
because the world
has let you down
one too many times
but you still live
you keep moving
because every time
you hit the cold, hard ground
you remind your lungs
how much they love the taste of air
sometimes
after a long day
you’d tell me
about the times
when people
who only were passing
told you in half whispers
“i love you”
and at first you would stop
and reply
but after awhile
you stopped trying to be nice
to the sleepy-eyed zombies
who promised you forever
and gave you
until the next heartbeat
to reply
but by then
they would
already be gone
moving on
to find someone else
who will love them
someone who will hold them
in the middle of the night
while they cry
they want someone
who will be like everyone else
they don’t want your words
or your love
they want your heart
wrapped up in plastic wrap
so they don’t break it
or damage it
but you forgot to
the first time
to warn them
to be careful
you didn’t wrap up your heart
and they dropped it
from a height so heigh
that the ground was just a speck
and all around you
was stardust
like puffs of dust
filled with 24 karat gold
you watch them break
between your fingers
like your heart did
this isn’t about love
this isn’t about heartbreaks
this is about the monsters
who wander the streets
armed with a sharp tongue,
an absent mind,
and a hate filled heart
that seeks out to
stab others
and watch them bleed
