I watch in horror,
as you point the gun at him,
my boyfriend.
But yet,
I don't try and stop you.
Half of me wants him to feel the pain.
The pain that he has caused from,
flirting,
and pushing me away.
All of which has grown so much.
So it doesn't surprise you when the first hits his body that,
I don't yell or cry.
I just watch and smirk.
he had the pain coming.
he yells for me,
to stop you,
and to help him.
Instead I look at you and smile.
Instead I walk over to you and hold your hand.
Instead I take the gun from you and shoot him myself.
Instead I laugh and kiss you.
because reality is,
I belong with you.