dust and the murders it provokes

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.