Fragment Twenty One
He was holding the gun-
like my heart
im both hands.
Without a hesitation,
I let him pull the trigger
because love is madness and
makes even the sanest of us do crazy things.
The bullet was no surprise yet still,
the taste was bittersweet.
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Ruined
PoetryPoetry centred around the dark side of love in which the repercussions aren't always just a broken heart. •A collection of fragments from a life best forgotten• Copyright© 2018 Lillian Helene
