Point Blank (poem)

"All's fair in love and war",
How can you argue against it?
You can be so close to blows, so raw;
This close to bloody fury, I admit.
Watch though, heat dissipates quick --
But the pain of longing affection -- that'll stick.

How can you judge what's fair?
We do to others what we'd hate ourselves,
Unleashing secrets we know we shouldn't share.
We'll stack emotions on our broken shelves.
You can run as fast as you can,
But cyclical feelings are what define man.

I was shot, and for a second I loved it.
Didn't see the weapon till it was too late,
So my words are here, on this paper they sit,
As I do on this psychiatrist's chair, as if this is fate.
The entry wound small, the bullet sweetly scented --
Exit wound nasty, the victim demented.

There's love and hate; what's in-between?
A little of each, the cocktail of life.
If only I could forget the things I've seen...
Perhaps there'd be joy when I only find strife?
Or maybe not. Perhaps I'm just my scars:
Maybe they're as enchanting as the stars.

A broken man is always more interesting
Than he who stays the same. Evolution
Bore us hearts; then what lives dies, it's quite the thing.
That's the way it is; there's only one evil solution.
But you can't take that easy way out
If you desire the bullet without doubt.

Time's always a factor. Sometimes you've had enough.
Now this happened, far too fast;
The clock's steady beat is just too tough...
You're supposed to give up but I know you can last:
There's so much in life to rightly fear,
But all I want is you with me, right here.