Our relationship broken,
We got off on the wrong foot,
Plagued full of awkward silence and twisted words,
Now confined in this hollow box,
Our eyes meet, both of us uncomfortable,
Each looking for something to break the silence,
As I strain my mind for false banter,
I give up my pathetic attempt,
I ponder, is this worth it?
Is this the woman I once loved?
If so, the love is no longer there,
Realising this I weep inside, for ever letting her slip away,
I reach to my gun, weighing me down,
Place it at my head, reconsidering this dead love,
Then pull the trigger, ending my misery.













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