I see you, ready for war
with your gun and your attitude.
I see you there, armed too
with your judicial vigilantism;
your sentence would be swift,
in theory. Painless even.
I am not blind to what you see.
I see the world for what it is;
broken, but beautifully so.
broken, but tragically so.
I hope you never have to see
the aftermath of what I know
you’re capable of. I hope.
So beautiful through the haze
of a gun that’ll never stop smokin’.
Thing is, the thing is,
they were beautiful too.
Broken, but beautifully so.
Broken, but tragically so.
soul. speak. 
wow, it’s nice to bump into these kind of writings. I write similar ones too, I hope you get to read them.
Thanks for commenting. I so wish I could become a poetry blogger. I really want to get a chapbook published. Actually, I did do a self-publishing one on Amazon – A Diner Sits Two Places Down if you’re interested. Not that you have to be, but if you are lol. I will definitely check out your page. Hope to keep hearing from you!