You're Word's Hit Me Like Bullets
3:00 AM-Saturday morning
This is where we were, we were standing in this exact spot in our used to be shared home. The shattered glass not being here before, the pain of remembering what you and I both said lives on. I can remember each word you said to me last night, so crystal clear...
6:00 PM-Friday night
'BLAM' I hear the door slam, I turn around dish cloth and plate still in my hand. I could hear you kick off your shoes, throwing your jacket on the ground instead of the hook. I continue the dishes as you approach me in the kitchen every step making a big thud sound, I looked at you and smiled until you grabbed the plate from my hand and smash it to the ground. my expression falling into shock, my heart racing as the fear washes over me. "You stupid piece of shit!" You yelled at me as you got all up in my face, I can still feel your harsh breaths on my cheeks. "What did I do?!" I asked you as I stood up to show I was confident in myself, "you have been seeing another guy that's what you did!" There's one bullet, "are you talking about Chase? He's been out of town for business, he asked me for coffee to catch up!" I yelled back, "you're lying! My co-worker saw you kissing him numerous times! You cheating bit*h!" There's two bullets, I just stood there shocked as you walked around the room smashing picture frames with pictures of us, fragile wedding gifts from last year and so on. But then suddenly you stopped, and you turned around and slowly walked towards me. I stepped back with every step you took until my back hit the back of a dinning room chair, you grabbed my shoulders and leaned in bringing your mouth to my ear. "At least we're even." There's three bullets, "what do you mean?" I asked him as he grabbed his jacket and his suitcase he apparently already had prepared for this day. "I don't know ask your sister," and there's four. My eyes began to water like crazy but I held it in, you said some profanities and left the shattered home. I clutched onto the chair, gasping for air as the tears fell.
3:23 AM-Saturday morning
I pick myself up off the floor dust myself off and head to what is now only my bedroom, I grab the box filled with things you gave me and take them to the living room. Looking at each item remembering the good times before throwing them in the fire place, once everything was burned to dust I smirk to myself and shake my head. Your words may have hit me like bullets and brought me down at that time but I finally got what I wanted, you out of my life.
