yin&yang
you don't believe me, do you?
you think i am faking, and i guess i am.
i am trying to be the yin
to the yang.
pEopLe aRe rArelY tHemselveS wheN iT mAtters.
and it matters, you matter, we matter
to me, so i shatter and scatter
my traits, giving you
less of the truth, more of
what you want to see,
what might make you
flatter
me.
but you know better.
dimension
crazy.
of course it is.
you don't believe me
do you?
i don't expect you to.
it's not that, no.
i know it's not "real".
but you can't see it.
so that makes it false.
i do.
i see a lot.
i pretend.
it's sort of a game.
it's not my world
but
at the same time,
it is.
you don't believe that.
just a dream.
just imagination.
crazy.
maybe i am.
i'll take that.
anything.
anyone.
everything.
but it's nothing.
i wouldn't believe it either.
but here i am.
don't tell me.
you don't know.
i dont care.
it's mine.
you'll never believe me.
"You don't believe me, do you? Of course you don't why would you?" I say looking down with a chuckle as the full weight of the gun in my hand registers in my brain. It was to be expected though, what? with the trail of bodies and the gun responsible for them in my hands how could it not have been? Even though i expected it, even though i was preppared, it doesn't make getting that look from you any less painful. It doesn't make watching the love of my life run out the door terrified of me hurt anyless. And it surley doesn't change the fact that my life is over. Oh look, theres one more bullet left in the chamber.
