A bright light blinds my gloomy brown irises as the extended recoil continues to burst semi-automatic rounds through my chest cavity,centimeters away from the beating pulse keeping me alive. Never saw the irony in playing with fire until the last fraction of my soul abated the spark between two lover's bloom, only to suppress my impending doom. When the concluding bullet down the sixteen inch barrel fires perpendicular to the ground, horizontally to my heart, my ribs rupture, my world blackens, a shrapnel of fragments spread as my soul is shattered. My face streaming poisonous black tears of a lonely being receding to the new found resting place. A soulless figure laying parallel to the frigid solid concrete with a slightly conscious mind. I extend my hand in her direction, glancing one last time at the silhouette figure standing above me. She mutters, "it's over" then fires two hollow point bullets, one in my head, one in my heart, my eyes motionless, my breath non-existent. All that remains is a shadow, roaming the earth with no aspiration, with no more love to give.

The way he exhaled as if it were his last
He held it between his *******,
as if it were the last flower he'd ever pick.
I only liked him for the way he smoked his cigarettes.

The way he swallowed as if it were his medicine
He carried it around as if it were his child,
and I admired it.
I only liked him for the way he drank his whiskey.

He said it like it was his vows
He made every promise like he'd never made one before
I loved everything that came out
I only liked him for the way he said "love".

I look back upon these reasons
I realize these aren't ways to love someone
But you left me with bullets in my head.
I do not love you, I do not love you.