This poem is beautifl, but sad. It made me cry.
Wheres The Bullet
He was gorgeous... brown hair hanging over his eyes... brown eyes a little place i could crawl inside and hide. he wore a tool shirt and i think i fell in love with his shirt before i fell in love with him. We use to sit back and talk about nothing just meaningless nothings brought on by the high and jack daniels and absent mindedness. I told him i did not love him when he asked and I think he understood even when my lips came crashing down on his and my world collapsed and the earth shook and my whole being exploded into a million shafts of light shape shifting into other realms where i was safe from life... and I died there in that instant that perfect moment. He use to weave me tales of sorrow and past pains of playing wheres the bullet with his father and hed sing and strum away at his guitar every moment his beautiful brown eyes gazing at me as if there was something there only he could see and he would make me nervous and I would look away still seeing him still seeing his images pasted into the back of my eyes. And i think i fell in love with his eyes his being and his whole existence before I fell in love with him. Seasons changed and months years and days passed.... and wed still get lost in moments of passion where neither would speak and id catch i love you firmly behind my teeth and lie because it was safe. In an instant things can change and lives can be crushed an a single instant I lost him my love the one who made my insides explode and tremble and shake and burn and melt and cast away into shafts of light, I lost him without ever admitting the love I felt due to stubborness and fear of rejection I lost him a year ago to the same game he would softly sing to me about the songs that seemed so beautiful and sorrow ful then. Wheres the bullet... I guess my angel finally found it.
Frozen