Extraordinary Love

Guns cocked,

swords drawn.

This battle has begun.

Fighting for your heart.

I line him up with the cross hairs.

Aim for his head.

You are now forced to watch.

You don't know who you love.

So, we took durassic measures.

Fight 'til the death.

Trapped behind anxiety,

watching his sword come at me.

He swings his sword at me.

Strikes me.

I fall to the ground and glare up at him.

Feeling despise run across my face.

He can see, he's messing with the wrong person.

I cock my gun while on my knees.

Point it towards my own head.

Still looking at him,

I say, "She don't want me."

I pull the trigger,

and fall to the ground.

He had won.