My 99 Thoughts

Gun shots

Gun shots ring out.

They're quick and smart, sly and intricate.

You talk to me even though you're the reason for my blood flowing out, you tell me not to pout, you say shutup and don't shout.

These wounds are mine, and you're the one who pulled the trigger.

Is it my fault for being in your line of fire? Especially when you had your sights set on me.

Your intentions weren't deadly, our bullets weren't heavy, our relationship was steady or so I thought.

But all this time you were taking shots at me unsteady.

You were ready to color me red.

Here we are on this deathbed bullets left unsaid with only hate left to spread.

Our hearts full of dread but we only give eachother more lead.

Together we bled but apart we tread.