my baby shot me down.

maybe I should've feigned sickness that day.
I should just have listened to the signs
that the world had been projecting.
or perhaps someone shouldn't have
bit their tongue
and turned away.

there was a colliding sign
that ached in my heart.
something that contradicted
everything else around me.

he had already made up his mind.
how he was going to ruin my world
and shatter my glass heart to pieces.
he had taken my choice away.
he had made it for me.

the morning it didn't pay to get out of bed
was the morning he shot me down.