The short version.
 

The short version.

She lifted her hand
and shoved it down my throat
pulled out something red
shoved an arrow through it
put it back in me
making sure it
would not fit
like it used to
and as she wiped
her hands on my shirt
asked if we could
be friends.

Nice. I really like the "would not fit" image.

how ironic. Is this meant to be humerous because the last two lines made me laugh. I guess because I didn't see it coming. I was also unsure if the arrow was a good or bad thing, but I get it now.
Great imagery.

Hi, just wanted to stop back again and tell you that this poem stuck with me all day, so i had to come back to print it out.

Thank you.

The imagery made me uncertain if this was a good or a bad thing. Very unexpected.

Thank you all!

To clear it up: this is bad imagery :D. It's mostly about... inconsideration of one's feelings, I guess. As frustrating as it is when someone likes you that you don't like back, just deal with it nicely, cause it'll happen back to you one day and you'll feel like crap knowing you were on the other side.

Wow, I felt a lump in my throat when I read this. Thanks

OMG! This is an amazing piece of visual art through words. Many have been there, few could express it in this manner.
Thank you!

~Angel~