i shot him and snow came out of the open wound dribbling falling melting i shot him no blood just snow clean cold white i shot him he did not scream he did not cry he looked at the wound and said that he did not want to see me die i shot him he did not hurt he did not die did i really shoot him?
"i shot him. and snow came out of the open wound." i dont know what this is but it seems kind of symbolic
You are my good days. My full belly laughs. You are my safety. You are my cant eat, cant sleep, cant think. My smile, reaching for my ears the way you always reach for my hand. However, You are also my bad days. My cry until I cant cry anymore. You are my sore throat. My frown lines etching themselves into my face like they own her. My contempt. Oh how I soften when you pull me against you. The beauty in your eyes. Tender kiss landing on my skin. I forget about the bad days. After all before I met you, I had so few good days.