devil on my shoe

[Nick]

Bit by bit by bit by...
her warmth and understanding
of human nature was scattered,
like the blood in a 'bullet to the head' crime scene./ blood of a 'bullet
Splatter patterns of her emotions/ A splatter pattern of her emotions
were splayed and thrown on a wall/ was sprayed on the wall
that was built between them./ that they had built between them
His lame attempt to join the dots/ His desperate attempts
to make a haphazard picture
of what he felt went unnoticed.

She, on the other side,
made larger than life banners
in letters ten feet tall and exclaimed
and proclaimed her love.
Had there been a mountain,
she would have floated to the top
and stood shouting,
but there was only the un-scaleable wall.

So, tell me,
how sincere do you think she was?

Was she just an ego massager extrodinaire,
gifted at pretence,
able to tailor herself to his wanting whims
at leisure?
A devil, clicking at her heels,
overthrowing her angelic tendencies with ease.
Ah, how much easier it would be,
to believe in something other than
what they were faced with.

Nothingness is never appealing.
How much can a person handle,
before tipping over the edge
into the proverbial abyss of legend.
A defence mechanism worthy of a superpower,
that's what it was.

Little doubt about it.

There are a few of my line thoughts (ain't figured out the bold type thing yet).

Like the other commenter commented, man this thing is word thick.

Thanks for the read.

Nick