I expected this to hurt me, not to tear me apart
If you didn’t love me, why did you stay?
I want to believe that you only said these things because you wanted to hurt me,
but I saw the honesty in your eyes.
I tried to keep my cool but I couldn’t, as bullets escaped my lips.
“You destroyed me!”
But they breezed past you, barely grazing your skin
Never even leaving a mark.
“You got to move on! You get to wake up every morning and feel something for someone, I would kill to feel anything for anyone.”
I fire out another round of blanks.
I expect a return fire, or at least a sign of a white flag.
But then I realize this wasn’t a war of words anymore; you had stopped fighting.
The familiar feeling of being alone radiates through every bone in my body as vodka hits my lips.
I want to call you and finish the round of bullets left in the now loaded gun that was my brain drowning in alcohol
But what do you care?
You never even loved me.