Listen…
Did you hear it? The sound of a bullets report,a distant crack and a hiss a millisecond before the bullet collides with your body.
Listen…
Did you hear it? The sound of a hard thump as the bullet passes through my chest and shatters my heart like a thin pane of glass under the pressure of a baseball bat.
Listen…
Did you hear it? A sharp inhale and my throat swelling while i'm choking down tears and a sob that would make the weeping willows shed a thousand tears,then millions over the years.
Listen…
Did you hear it? The Dripping of blood from bandages that I’ve so desperately wrapped my broken heart with,in hopes that it will heal in time,now i’m only thriving for a sign..
Listen…
Did you hear me? When I broke down and hit the floor,closing my eyes and hoping for more time...just a little more.
I’m listening…
I can hear you. Your exhale from hundreds of yards away as you watch it all from a safe distance in your scope,the scope mounted to your rifle named ‘love’ and your ammo clip with the name ‘break up’ crudely gouged into the the medal.
YOU ARE READING
Love is a war
PoetryLove is a war zone,dodging bullets from each other or getting hit and shaking it off to keep moving. But sometimes..you get hit too hard to move.
