We were always somewhere in between
hello and goodbye. the extremes of our emotions-
our joy and our lust, our anger and our despair.
Wide-eyed happiness to shocked tears falling o the floor,
clutching at the hole in my chest-
the world seen through a gray veil of loneliness,
like it was seen from the bottom of a well.
You'll talk of seeing red, but all I can see
are the darkest shades of gray,
like the slightest of breezes
born from a lover's dying breath.
Gut-wrenching and heart-shattering
hoping that I'll be here to watch you leave
and never return- walk away
and never look back.
Anger and hate don't just run deep in my veins;
they fill them to the point of bursting,
like the blackest of nights and the cold grip of terror
pumped straight from a heart as dark
as every hurt you've eve felt, of every pain you've ever caused.
You'll know the pain
should you so much as glance at the wrists,
and so you cover them up, forgotten in the furthest put of your mind;
and you'll know the perfection of loneliness,
as soon as you pull the trigger.