fourteen bullets at an empty heart.

by Muskan Sethi 22:31 0 comments Poetry

(i) Thirteen bullets pointed at my heart, 

and I stare at the revolver as you load the fourteenth, 

and you say I’m not strong enough.

(ii) Would you listen if I called you by my name?

(iii) Last year, I apologised to you for apologising too much, 

and you said you didn’t want to hear me say another word. 

I told you I’m sorry and walked away.

(iv) I don’t know why I keep saying 

the same words over and over again, to you.

(v) I wrote letters to you when I didn’t know you.

(vi) I’ve never known anyone but you.

(vii) I don’t ever want to know anyone but you.

(viii) We’re a tragedy, my heart. 

We always beat at the wrong moments. 

I call you by my name, 

and you whisper yours,

until I’ve forgotten every sound, 

that isn’t your name.

(ix) Sometimes, I wish I knew how to play music, 

I’d not stop playing until every note 

reminds you of every breath 

that I take for you.

(x) I’m too much.

(xi) I’m always too much, but enough.

(xii) I’ve spent my entire life figuring out 

how much is enough.

(xiii) I just know I’m not, 

at least for you.

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_fourteen bullets at an empty heart. 

emmess 

18/07