I cry on the bathroom floor,
This is so tiring,
I'm sick of him beating me,
I take the gun from the closet,
I pack two bags and all the money i have,
And as he lies passed out i give him a kiss,
The gun is pressed to his heart,
And I hear it go off,
That's when I go get dressed in my best outfit,
I start the car and drive,
When get to the airport i buy a one way ticket to Paris,
He said he wouldn't move there when I got the job offer,
And as I get on that plane I realize that for once I'm happy.
And I realize that for once
YOU ARE READING
Poetry 2
PoetryLove is nothing but being strangers, then friends, best friends, lovers, and then it all crashes down, and your strangers once more.
