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Smith & Wesson
I watched you change right before my eyes,
morph into a loveless being that I could not revive
There was no amount of love that could melt the coldness that had formed around your heart
No light strong enough to destroy the darkness inside your world.
You had become a stranger inside of my home.
If love were a blind man, than the blind man I would have chosen to be
My heart breaks as I try my best to love you, yet protect myself from the evil that you have chosen to be
The love of my life was supposed to be my everything
The happiness that was given to me…
I see now was built upon false hopes and dreams
The longer I remained in your presence the closer to the grave I was inching
Who would have thought that the angle that seemed to do no wrong, could be so evil and deceitful?
A leech in it’s own right, the breaker of hearts?
You left me lying in my own blood and tears…
Wish death upon my comatose body as you paced back and forth in another room..
As I glared into a mirror at the battered and broken
As if he were a stranger asking me for help through an open window…
I realized that for the first time in my life, that I had been broken
I had no energy to get up and run
My heart could not mend this hole that you had created my love was no longer strong enough to hold back my rage.
I stood over you as you reached out towards the gun that I now held inside of my hands
You begged and pleaded as my eyes narrowed and became darkened.
My soul wanted you dead….my mind had nothing more to say
It was all up to fate and this bullet to decide your fate.
I tried to love you
I graveled at your feet and beg for your heart
I worshipped the ground that you walked on, praised… supported the world that I thought that we were creating
We were the example of a “perfect” relationship
Nothing should have broken us down…
Although, now all I can hear is you begging for your life
The fear of knowing that you may not make it out of here alive now has appeared within those hazel eyes
Skin drenched with sweat and tears…scarred from the fight that you thought that you had won.
Now only sees this numb figure and this Smith & Wesson staring you down.
morph into a loveless being that I could not revive
There was no amount of love that could melt the coldness that had formed around your heart
No light strong enough to destroy the darkness inside your world.
You had become a stranger inside of my home.
If love were a blind man, than the blind man I would have chosen to be
My heart breaks as I try my best to love you, yet protect myself from the evil that you have chosen to be
The love of my life was supposed to be my everything
The happiness that was given to me…
I see now was built upon false hopes and dreams
The longer I remained in your presence the closer to the grave I was inching
Who would have thought that the angle that seemed to do no wrong, could be so evil and deceitful?
A leech in it’s own right, the breaker of hearts?
You left me lying in my own blood and tears…
Wish death upon my comatose body as you paced back and forth in another room..
As I glared into a mirror at the battered and broken
As if he were a stranger asking me for help through an open window…
I realized that for the first time in my life, that I had been broken
I had no energy to get up and run
My heart could not mend this hole that you had created my love was no longer strong enough to hold back my rage.
I stood over you as you reached out towards the gun that I now held inside of my hands
You begged and pleaded as my eyes narrowed and became darkened.
My soul wanted you dead….my mind had nothing more to say
It was all up to fate and this bullet to decide your fate.
I tried to love you
I graveled at your feet and beg for your heart
I worshipped the ground that you walked on, praised… supported the world that I thought that we were creating
We were the example of a “perfect” relationship
Nothing should have broken us down…
Although, now all I can hear is you begging for your life
The fear of knowing that you may not make it out of here alive now has appeared within those hazel eyes
Skin drenched with sweat and tears…scarred from the fight that you thought that you had won.
Now only sees this numb figure and this Smith & Wesson staring you down.
Published 20th Aug 2017
| Edited 21st Aug 2017
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