You would pull a gun,
Smile at me,
Aim it at my head,
Carelessly as if it was quite fun,
Laugh at nothing.
Put your finger on the trigger,
Have a sparkle in your eye,
Nothing was done nor said,
By the time you realized I wasn't putting my hands up in surrender,
You looked as if you changed you mind,
And as soon as I raised my gun up high,
You didn't have to be told to decide.
Because that smile had already frowned,
And that laugh sobbed.
That sparkle turned into a tear,
And mirrors reflection became clear.
My mirrors dream now a reality,
As my body layer bloodily,
At the feet of my mirror and bully.
