This is how we ended.
This wasn't mutual.
This wasn't fast.
This was agonizingly slow.
You held a gun to my chest as you whispered "I love you"'s
Drawing out my anticipation of the heartbreak, giving me hope that you will lower the gun.
But you never did.
There wasn't a quick sharp pain as the bullet shot through my heart.
There was only slow agonizing pain as the hot burning love gushed from my lifeless body like blood from the wound.
And when i finally collapsed to the ground, watching my world slip from my grasp in slow motion, you stood there.
Staring at me, whispering muttered apologies and last goodbyes, before walking away.
This is how we ended.
You left me no time to fight back.
No time to defend myself from the attack.
No time to reach out my hands to catch me from crashing down on the cold concrete ground.
No time before you found somebody else.
But the thing is...
You found somebody else before you even shot me.
That's what made it so easy.
You knew it would be easier to end my life, because you already has someone to fall back on.
And so it's like you walked out of my arms, into the arms of another.
Packing up your heart in your heavy stone suitcase.
Then walking away, carrying the weight of your heart's decision.
This is how we ended.
