He pointed a gun at me,
not to any place in particular,
He looked at me,
with a smile that would befit a greedy king.
They shot me,
in places I wouldn't die from.
Then he took me,
and tried to force himself into me.
I smiled then,
and laughed as if it were fun.
He was taken aback then,
because I had shown him,
what he had become.
I even kissed him once,
and the passion in his mouth
told that he thought he had found his one.
....
Then that girl walked in,
unaware of the folly that had begun.
The one with small hips,
and a disconnect from he base chakra,
that she insisted she had.
That is why she saw nothing amiss,
in the scene that lay before her.
Then her other side kicked in,
like a bad cut displaying the side effects
of a life of imbalance and self deceit.
And she wanted him for herself.
....my god this girl is going to get us both killed.
I demanded she leave,
with a force in my voice she would never know,
she looked at me as if I were selfish...
....maybe I should leave and let her stay -_-
....no, this has to end.
When she left,
he returned,
and I layed back down with him,
and held him like his mother never did..
He met the mother that day,
when he was pulled through the void,
he returned back home,
and was held the whole way.
Then I was left,
sitting alone and naked on the bed,
with the warm Light
of the spring day
shining through the bay windows
to the East of Enlightenment.
silently pulling the stray bullets,
out of my soft flesh.