I'm trying to see the silver lining but the only one i can ever remember was the one around the tip of your gun. As if killing things for fun was somehow a release from within you, as the bullet released from your barrel took last breaths from their lungs. Leaving holes in chests was something you've always done well. My broken heart could never be cocked back and ready for another shot, but you reload your gun and move on as if i was nothing more than your next ****. Silly girl, don't be fooled by the thrill. The boy who shoot hearts out never had sympathy for girls crying by the window sill.

(s.m)