Emotional Terrorism - Brutal Youth

Each heavy sigh rings out like gunshots

As the tension escalates

Who needs a fucking balaclava

When tears will streak and hide your face

The daggers in your eyes are tipped with the venom

Spilling from the corners of your mouth

Held hostage by the promises of violence

You keep making to yourself

But I will not negotiate…

These demands are far too taxing and I will make no concessions

When I’m always met with indignation coupled with advances and aggression

Broken hearts and wounded egos can’t be fixed with first aid kits

Tired of always mending fences time for once we burned a bridge

The sweetest kiss is followed shortly with aftertastes of sour grapes

Hopeless romance now turned helpless for casualties of casual sex

Delivered here for scar showcases show me yours I’ll show you mine

Delivers us from past misgivings

What follows?

We step back in line.

Jaded.

Hurt.

Never naked, fearing our scars will be seen.