Your Killer: A Poem

Your Killer

I loved the idea of you.

I drew stars in the corners of your eyes,

Pretending that everything was fine,

That I had no reason to fear.

After all--I was yours and you were mine.

I loved the idea of you.

Artificial constructions

Of the boy I thought I knew,

Oh, how I wish I could take it all back,

And only see you for you.

I loved the idea of you.

Sunset boy,

Shot straight from the sky,

I was your killer;

I was the reason you forgot how to fly.

I loved the idea of you.

Lenses shattered in rose-colored glasses;

Reality snapped from reverie.

Panic and desperation filled my lungs,

And through the tears I found clarity.

I loved the idea of you.

The gun was mine,

Aimed straight for two hearts.

A longing igniting inside of my veins--

To give us both our fresh starts.

I loved the idea of you.

And that is no way to love someone.

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That is all.

Cheers,