The Greatest Weapon

You know how they say “ Walls talk” well the walls I have build up have caution tape all around it.  Cause ever since you walked into this room it was never the same. Caution: what you are about to see is a crime scene. 

I was here and so were you, you carried my heart like it was a concealed weapon, it sat on your belt for the whole world to see. Who would’ve guessed my own heart could be used against me? 

You didn’t need a weapon, but your hands were like guns against my chest. It actually scared me when you touched me. Your words were the bullets that you loaded up with anticipation but some how you made yourself the victim. I was backed into a corner, knowing I was dead before you pulled the trigger or rather before you even flicked your tongue and moved your lips. You said You didn’t want to hurt me but you know that if it wasn’t me then it would be you. You killed me because you were scared I’d kill you. But I want you to know how death feels. 

It feels like nothing, you feel your self fall 6ft underground just as fast as I fell for you. Death is when lay in bed and physical feel your heart aching, you just stare at the ceiling and silently cry. Cause your not dead...but you wish it to be so.