The room is dim,

And I don’t know how I got here

Or care to know why.

Her phantom form is lingering in the corner.

Her red dress is clashing

With the black and pink background.

Two innocent brown eyes are

Staring intently either at nothing or at me.

What’s the difference?

She comes close enough

That I can see her rapacious red lips

Form a familiar smile.

Only, I know this game.

I‘ve been smelling the same poisonous perfume for years,

But once again, I can feel myself falling.

There is a gun in her hand

And apparently there's a bull's eye on my heart.

Her pink-painted nail looks so out of place on the trigger.

The gun drops to her side as she rushes over to me.

I hold her in a tight embrace

And immediately become consumed by the heat radiating off of her.

She is uncontrollably shaking in my arms.

For a moment nothing matters except

Trying to keep my frightened beloved safe.

She’s so warm while I am so cold,

And I just want to stay like this forever.

Only, she stops me with just two words.

“I’m sorry.”

Three bullets rip through my body as

I am pushed back by an invisible force

Through the window.

As I-

Find

All

Love is

Lost-

To the depths below,

I feel numb from the loss of heat she exposed me to.

Or maybe I’ve just always been numb from her warmth.