when she pulled the trigger
i loved her more than i ever thought possible
when the bullet pierced my flesh
i felt nothing but love for her as my blood began to gush out
all she wanted was my heart
and i only gave her a piece
so she put a bullet through it
and then i finally understood
love is jealous
love is violent
love is never going to stop
she is love
i love her
even as the light fades from my eyes
i can feel her scream of pained delight
as she has just killed the last thing she loved
the last thing i see is her
she pulled the trigger again
this time on the thing i love
she falls forward
her life essence fading
our blood mixes on the ground
and we are inseparable
she wanted my forever
when it was her forever was all i needed
as she pulled the trigger
i felt no pain
as she pulled the trigger once again
i felt it all times ten
blood sprays my face
her blood
i am so happy now
i feel my last breath escape
she is holding my hand now
her smiling form eclipsing the scene of carnage
that had just transpired
we walk off in the moonlight
a hole in my chest
and one in her head
two halves of people
forever to be one
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When She Pulled The Trigger
Poetryshort story or something i guess i thought id try something new