Nicole Johnson

I think about the good times and suddenly I realize it was all a lie.
I was using you and you were using me.
Each of us stirred our own misery.
Just when you think you’re missed it all comes to an end
The rug is pulled and your eyes covered with wool.
A part of me wished I hadn’t found the lighter.
The flames ignited and the rest was a blur as smoke filled my lung with turmoil.
First the carpet and then the drapes
I stood at the edge of glory, first one lie and then two.
I didn’t blame you.
It was me, I never said no, I kept walking.
Our magnetic energy somehow pulled at my heart strings.
One by one I began to move involuntarily without question
Our lips met and my fingers reached for the back of your neck and as I drew you in.
It felt right and yet in my mind I knew I started this fight within myself as I placed you in front of me to shield me from the bullets that shot through you to me.
This was the last time I saw your face as life seeped through you and I screamed your name.