Unnamed.

I wrote (well, finished) this on Tuesday. I think it's the most dramatized poem I've written, or one of the most. Proper came to life when I performed it; a lot of dynamic and shading.
Lovely stuff. Well received :)

When you speak,
Your words are like bullets,
shooting holes in my heart.
You wouldn't know
Because the crimson doesn't show until I'm alone
Each unthought about word
Comes flying at me at 76mph
catching my aortic pump every time it beats
and jilting my whole body slightly out of rhythm
precision
If only I told you
or showed you
You might be able to restrain your weapon
By lending it to the cat for a while
Or letting your train of thought go that extra mile
Where you'd see me on the platform
with another hole punctured in my soul
And you'd be able to hold your tongue
Prevent pain on my part
At the small cost of a second later response
Your tongue is your most powerful weapon
So use it wisely
It can wound like a sword or bring hope like the sunrise after a stormy night
So. I guess I'm letting you know now
When you speak,
Your words are like bullets,
Shooting holes in my heart.