Poison and Lies

Sometimes I write things in hopes that someone sees them. Sometimes I write things to just spew everything I'm holding back onto the digital paper just so that is exists somewhere. Sometimes I write things because my tongue gets stupidly tied over all of the right things to say that I get lost in my own twists and turns.

He talked about water and knots. Bullets and pieces. In the end it all sorta falls down around all of us. He told himself these things because he couldn't tell her. Because even if they were both screaming the same words to one another, the wind drown out their voices with its own hallowed screeching.

Even if they'd lived a lie beyond their mistakes, even if they'd done what everyone else had said what was right, the bigger mistake would have rested in their eyes. She couldn't live like that, lying all of the time. Every drop of poison she'd served herself with those lies was like playing Russian Roulette with five bullets loaded.

With each poisoned lie she handed him the gun and helped him pull the trigger. "Stardust in the eyes and a happy girl in the morning" Whispered on her lips, though what we mistook for stardust was the brim of her tears. Each kiss of her lashes to her cheeks were kisses that she could never have from his lips.

Their denial would have killed them both..

But fuck it, why not.. Life gives us too many chances to walk away from the game with our lives if we only live in fear of what other people think. And just like that, she stilled his hand from pulling the trigger. Instead she pulled him in close, pressed the gun beneath her chin, and kissed him, leaving him the decision to pull the trigger or to hold her close.

"Stardust in the eyes and a happy girl in the morning" awoken to his arms around her, holding her tightly, kissing her sweetly as they live their lives together written on the breath of a mistake.

Don't ask me where this comes from.. I only know that the words were there.