One shot to the mind,
To blast away these thoughts:
The desires for your company,
the temptations,
the cravings,
All the "you're good for nothing" diatribes
that fire those cursed watery bullets---
Their residue's left behind on this,
my partially cracked soul,
A soul held together by a bond
smaller and stronger than
The rusty links that chained us
Together.
My head tilts back as I release
The trigger.
Lying on the floor, staring, mindless.

One shot to the heart,
Aimed at the gravity that pulled us
Together.
The heat ripples under my skin,
Tearing at my flesh,
Ripping through my veins.
The world flips.
I forgot about the hollow in my chest,
Having poured out its contents
Into your eager hands.
You quickly drank me in and just as quickly
Spat me out.
I'm slumped over, wearied, heartless.

One shot for good measure,
I'll shoot myself in the foot
For trying to fill someone else's shoes:
Someone important,
A girl with self-esteem,
Somebody worth it.
But, no. Instead,
This one goes to my liver,
My trophy of good times gone bad.
It's the keeper of my time;
I'd pray for another chance at life,
but I'm too busy holding this
Weapon in my hands.
I've got to keep myself
Together.
Knock on wood,
I close my eyes, embracing
the clutch of darkness.
Staring at the new moon, I rest here, lifeless.

So here I am,
left with
Three empty rounds and
Nothing to chase,
Nowhere to go,
No one to be,
Standing in a kitchen feeling lonely,
Feeling hopeless.