dust and the murders it provokes

you say to trust you
yet you leave so readily
you say to get over it
do you know what it is?
you say stop comparing
but thats all i know how
to do with those that leave
i dont know why this hurts
but it does
black does
white does
all does
and i know it shouldnt
but it hurts
and when i hurt
i figure all should
and i lash
and whip
torture with shadows of truth
which is why it hurts so much
and i know you hate me
and it hurts so much
when i hurt,
green eyes turn black
blood turns black
heart turns black
and my mouth spews forth
the black
the dark 
the knives
that will cut and rip 
the red hearts to shreds
to resemble the threads
remaining of mine
its not fair
to you sweetheart
i know we all have drama
trauma
black days and nights
i should separate them
learn to sun a little
dust once and awhile
instead of waiting with gun pointed
for that spec of dust to land
and out i come
rootin tootin guns a-blaze
and sometimes it was just the light
no dust.
like vera donovan said
"the dust bunnies are gonna get me"
and thats my fault, not yours.