
the memory of you;
burning in her mind,
keeping her awake -
all hours of the night.
the memory of you;
pained by
the barrel of a gun.
your gun.
pointed straight at her,
as if she was
the chosen one.
pointed straight at her,
as if she had rsvped
for your company.
the most pained part-
you only used it on her;
not the others at the party-
only her.
the barrel of your gun
only had eyes for
her;
the others,
they were nothing
compared to
her.
the obsession,
the tragic love story,
only having eyes for one,
for her;
that was only just the beginning.
About the Creator
'Lissa Stufflestreet
I'm just a daydreaming college student who's been manifesting becoming a writer since I was five. I never stick to just one writing genre (and typically write dark content). | she/they
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