Lying on the edge of my gun.

  

     You were at it again, trying to act so hard but in the end it all comes running back to you again. The distance is traumatized, seeing you standing on the opposite side of the shore building a house out of your own wounds. You’ve always seem so sure, that one day we’ll be fighting for the heart you traded for gold, you’ve always seemed so sure. Sometimes I can’t believe it I’m moving past this feeling, fading into the image of you lying on the edge of my gun tonight.

     Your muted beginnings were the start of something new, but it was too good to be true. Was it the two wills that led you on, I’d love to know. The mess that was created left a burden of you. Your haunting spirit runs around with all the answers letting the night unfold its arms to me. Are you higher inside? Or is it all in your mind? Sometimes I can’t believe it I’m moving past this feeling, fading into the image of you lying on the edge of my gun tonight.