His eyes glared with my reflection,
His eyes are deeper than the ocean,
His eyes are darker than the night,
His eyes are sharper than the knife.
His hands were moving, approaching my body,
His vanilla perfume linger around me,
He whispered, "It ain't my fault, right?"
He smiled, his smile got my tongue tied.
"What do you mean?" I asked,
He answered, "I don't love you anymore,"
As he said that, he pulled out a gun from my pocket,
He pulled the trigger and a bullet cut through my heart,
He is right,
He is innocent,
It's my fault,
I let him got too close to me,
I let him broke down my wall,
I let him came to my life,
I let myself fall for him while he's falling for somebody new.
Once again, English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there's something wrong.
p.s : someone named [redacted] helped me to wrote this poem.