Can I fall out of love,
I ask you, on my knees, I beg and plead,
I have a plague to dispose of,
To doom it can only lead.

Can I run away and not look back,
I pray, hoping my sins can be dismissed for a day,
My life is being lived like a game of blackjack,
All I hold dear is wasting away.

Can I forget,
I sob, voice rasping and broken,
All I own dangling on a misplaced bet,
Nothing to call mine, not even a token.

Can you let me go,
I request, wounds burning from the torture I’ve been through,
My death approaches at a pace too slow,
I find myself kissing the muzzle of the gun you drew.

A shot in the dark,
You’ve wasted my spark.