Bang.

Your indifference hits me like a bullet, straight to the heart.
I watched you pull the trigger with a smile on your face,
As if my coming pain simply couldn't make you happier.

It's not right how you used your words as weapons against me.
Each promise sprinkled down on me like rain,
But at the last second turned into acid, burning my skin.

Your presence, which was once a balm,
Numbing all the stress and confusion of the day,
Turned into fire, melting away all that I am.

It's funny how when you're able to take a step back,
You see all the things you pushed aside,
Because you so wanted things to turn out well.

All those red flags, telling you to escape,
Telling you to run away and never look back,
They were swept to the deep crevices of your mind.

But now I see things clearly.
I'm sitting on a battlefield, nursing my wounds,
Looking around at all the pieces of me you scattered across the ground.

And there you are, standing across the field,
With your back turned towards me,
And your weapons stained with every piece of me you took.