Status: Work in progress
This Love, This Game
Bullet
There’s a lesson to learn about life: people always disappoint. Heartbreak is inevitable. And I knew. I knew that first day, that first moment my eyes met his piercing green eyes, that he would disappoint me. Hurt me. But never like this. What started out as a simple crush, an innocent desire became one of the greatest regrets of my life. What started out as innocent slowly turned corrupt. I knew, deep down inside, that he would end me; destroy me. I knew I should’ve backed off, I should’ve walked away but life is funny sometimes.
It was no surprise it would end this way: a bullet in my head, pills in my hand. It’s no surprise, ask anyone. He was my life. My love. My end. I was a simple game. A bet. Hell, I was nothing more than a prize. Everything was a lie. So, it’s really no surprise it ended this way. Buried six feet underground with a bullet in my mouth. It’s no surprise I fell for someone like him.
First time I saw him, first time our eyes met. I just knew. That doomed summer’s day standing in that humid corridor, I knew that instance I was in for a wild ride. So why didn’t I runaway? Why didn’t I leave? God, why had I been so stupid? So, love-struck… so fucked-up? It’s no surprise I fell for him really. Ask anyone, they’ll tell you – I have a type.
I should’ve listened to my gut. I should’ve stayed at home. Should’ve climbed back into bed, ignored my alarm. I should’ve lied and faked an illness. But I didn’t. Little miss perfect. Perfect Amy. How I hated that nickname. Perfect Amy. Perfect Amelia. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect stupid idiot. It was my fault really, not his. How could it be his? He was just a boy. A silly, perfect, beautiful boy. It was all my fault. Me. Perfect Amy. More like naïve Amy; silly, little girl.
I should’ve walked away. But I didn’t and now I had to pay the prize for my mistakes. With a bullet and a bottle of pills. What started out as a school-girl crush became something more and now it was time to pay the prize.
There’s a lesson about life, green eyes and love don’t mix well.
It was no surprise it would end this way: a bullet in my head, pills in my hand. It’s no surprise, ask anyone. He was my life. My love. My end. I was a simple game. A bet. Hell, I was nothing more than a prize. Everything was a lie. So, it’s really no surprise it ended this way. Buried six feet underground with a bullet in my mouth. It’s no surprise I fell for someone like him.
First time I saw him, first time our eyes met. I just knew. That doomed summer’s day standing in that humid corridor, I knew that instance I was in for a wild ride. So why didn’t I runaway? Why didn’t I leave? God, why had I been so stupid? So, love-struck… so fucked-up? It’s no surprise I fell for him really. Ask anyone, they’ll tell you – I have a type.
I should’ve listened to my gut. I should’ve stayed at home. Should’ve climbed back into bed, ignored my alarm. I should’ve lied and faked an illness. But I didn’t. Little miss perfect. Perfect Amy. How I hated that nickname. Perfect Amy. Perfect Amelia. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect stupid idiot. It was my fault really, not his. How could it be his? He was just a boy. A silly, perfect, beautiful boy. It was all my fault. Me. Perfect Amy. More like naïve Amy; silly, little girl.
I should’ve walked away. But I didn’t and now I had to pay the prize for my mistakes. With a bullet and a bottle of pills. What started out as a school-girl crush became something more and now it was time to pay the prize.
There’s a lesson about life, green eyes and love don’t mix well.
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Title Cred: Hollywood Undead - Bullet