Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2015
When you're left with only a bullet
I'll be the barrel you're gazing into.

I'd rather be your itchy trigger finger...
the deciding factor; not the cause of death.

If we swapped positions,
I guarantee you'd choose to be the scope.

Watching,
     aiming,
        waiting.

I bet you prefer ****** rifles
with the distance in between us.

I prefer pistols
because you're too close for comfort.

Every time the walls echo,
I hear explosions and gun shots.

Sometimes I hide under my pillow,
like a soldier in the trenches...

but your memory is between my sheets,
and you know exactly where to find me.

See... I feel like you're cheating,
But nothings fair in war
       or love.
And did you even love me?

I'm in a skirmish with myself,
and the ghost of you is on the side
of me that I don't recognize anymore.

The scariest thing in the world
is to be haunted
by someone
who's still alive.

Whisper to me that you hate me
so I'll leave the window open.

Come and go as you please.
I beg pardon for the invitation
but if I can pretend I have a choice,
maybe I won't be the one
with the barrel in my mouth.
Marci Mareburger
Written by
Marci Mareburger
533
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems