Mugshots

Patterned against my white walls like

The gunshots

You patterned into my permeable soul

Behaving like such a hotshot

When I’m the one who harpooned you

With one shot

Lovers in lust couldn’t stop

Until you belittled me with

Lies and small talk

Clarity leaked out and

Pushed me on top

Packing all of our memories in a box

I used to think they were pictures

But now I see it plainly

A criminal and his mugshots