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?