Artful-Dodgerette

All's fair in war [and] love But [I've] fought for both. Your [spent] cartridges scatter, [all] for nothing. Is [this] what lies look like? [Time] does not guarantee love. (We've rusted.) If you're [feeling] worthless, you're right.   [Something] in your ceaseless grinding gears, something in [you], tells me when to pull the trigger. You [can't] do this anymore. I'm drained. I [feel] the cold cogs in your eyes turning, scanning, staring [at] me. You still want everything. [All] of me me me. The hinge of your wrist beckons.   [Oh], I'm tired of bullets and promises. [You're] splintering my heart like a