TW: guns, violence, death.
592Please respect copyright.PENANA1WLS1i86YE
it's all fun and games until the guns come out,
spilling blood across marble floors as easily as you did with your words to my heart.
it's all fun and games until the safety is turned off,
and the barrel is now pointed at you. (at me? at one point, we were one and the same, maybe we still are.)
it's all fun and games until there's steel to your temple,
and you press up against it, like the sick masochist you are. (the one you pretend to be.)
it's all fun and games until the trigger is pulled,
and now there's blood on my hair, on the stairs, on the wall-- (mingled with vomit, all on my favorite jacket.)592Please respect copyright.PENANATQ4QfJ6Xtr
it's all fun and games until there's plastic crinkling underfoot,
dripping carmine on white carpet as you sit and stare (lips spread in a familiar, teasing grin.)592Please respect copyright.PENANAv8TiffVKbm
damnit, why do you haunt me, even as your body is buried ten feet under (the extra four for the height you always said you lacked, maybe if you're tall enough you'll finally forget about me, small and alone.) and your blood scrubbed out of jean fabric and black converses.592Please respect copyright.PENANAf9loCjOXmB
who am I kidding, 592Please respect copyright.PENANAFq5pjn0Mdt
it's all fun and games 592Please respect copyright.PENANAl7oNn6NV4d
until it isn't.592Please respect copyright.PENANARFV77oP35V


