a week
it has been a week
since i accidentally
cut myself too deep
a week since
you started
revolving around me
and my hospital bed
with flowers
and chocolates
and whispers
that delude me
yet again
when you think
i am not
listening
but i do hear
how you tell me
i am your everything
l i e s
lies that are bullets
your mouth is the gun
and not surprisingly
i am the target
yet again
.