The gun on my dresser is as much a lie as what you had said.
The gun on my dresser is a symbol of my desire.
Sitting in front of me.
Fake, and mocking.
Shiny and cool.
Peaceful, yet holding a world of power in it’s simple manner.
I’ve lost my chance to cry.
It’s been so long since the moment you said what you did.
It’s been so long since I realized the truth.
I talk a big game, and walk a strong stride, but I still can’t seem to even say it out loud.
That we are nevermore.
I’ve lost my chance to cry,
and in price, lost my chance to sleep.
Insomnia without tears.