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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?
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 1:26 AM UTC
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.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC