You were swimming

in my blood,

beating in my heart,

squeezing my veins,

killing me from there,

inside.


You ran all over my body
until you hid yourself so well
that no matter how much
I wanted to find you


- I don't know if to see you
or to kick you out -
I couldn't.

I observed in ecstasy
the footprints of my feet
on the red puddles
that I spilled on the streets,

trying to discover
if it was your desire to stay
or my own to know you
embedded deep inside of me.


In the dark room

I was left lying,

with the gun in my left hand,

my eyes lost in the fire

and my soul lost among the dead,

spilling out in the corner,

existing,

committing suicide...


BANG.


I tried to write a few verses
to outline the lines of goodbye;
then I broke them into a
because the pain is ineffable,
and it is only felt in the heart...

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