The Russian Roulette of Forbidden Lovers

The Russian Roulette of Forbidden Lovers - Alyssa Marie Gomez (Poetic Hope)

It's almost as if we were playing

Russian roulette with the gun pointed towards our hearts

I fired first, nothing

As I handed you the gun, our fingers grazed

Exchanging our current of electricity, fusing them into the gun

Producing a high voltage bullet, unlike any other

Powered not by gun powder, but by the spark of forbidden lovers

I looked at you as you prepared to pull the trigger

I saw something in your beautiful eyes that made me feel safe

I became attached so quickly

Like you were a piece of barbed wire, and I was the cotton embedded around the wire

It didn't matter what anyone did to try to free me

I always stayed with you

No matter how much someone tried to pull me free

A part of me always stayed wrapped up in you

You pulled the trigger, nothing

When you handed me the gun back

You looked into my eyes and kissed me

We became breathless, your hands lost in my hair

My hands at the nape of your neck

As we were unbuttoning shirts and jeans

I felt your hand guide my hand with the gun pointed towards my temple

I pulled back and realized, we were still playing this cruel game

A game played since mankind first walked the earth

A game played until our final second of this life fades into the heavens

Where the person who gets the bullet out of the chamber first

Is also who gets shot, and dies

Much like the game of forbidden love

The person who falls in love first

Gives their all to that person

Then it ends ever so tragically, as it usually does

You caressed my face and placed a kiss on my forehead

You had kissed the side of the chamber and put it to my temple once again

I looked into your eyes as I pulled the trigger expecting nothing

But I heard the deafening pop of the gun

The feeling of the bullet entering my body

My skin and tissue pierced

Then I felt the fatal currents surge through my veins

I held my gaze into your eyes, searching for any sign of love

But then I felt the bullet embedded in my skull, I fell to the ground instantly

As I felt the cold tile against my back, it became warmer

The tile filling with my blood

Gasping for the air that was leaving my lungs

I felt my spirit leaving my body

Feeling lighter than ever before

I could see our world through a different perspective

I saw you kneeling down to kiss me one last time

Then you walked away

Just like that I was gone

I told you, this is a cruel game

No one who plays, wins

-Alyssa Marie Gomez (Poetic Hope)