About
Sitting there
Staring out the window
Black eyes
Mascara tears
Why am I this way?
I look down
At the blood-stains on the floor
Bad memories
Fill my mind
Why am I here?
My eyes scanned the room
Then I saw him
Lying there
He looked so peaceful
Why did it have to happen?
He said he would
Protect me
Love me
Keep me away from the bullet
Why did he have to catch it?
I look closely at his face
His big brown eyes
His bloody clothes
Then looked inside the mirror
Why did he love me?
I wonder what he thought of me
A beautiful girl
A fake
His one and only
Why won’t I ever know?
I picked up the gun,
Placed it on my lap
Twisted my black curls
Stared into my aquamarine eyes
Should I join him?
These are the questions
That will never
And forever
Be answered
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