The gun on my dresser is as much a lie as what you had said.

The gun on my dresser is a symbol of my desire.

Sitting in front of me.

Fake, and mocking.

Shiny and cool.

Peaceful, yet holding a world of power in it’s simple manner.

I’ve lost my chance to cry.

It’s been so long since the moment you said what you did.

It’s been so long since I realized the truth.

I talk a big game, and walk a strong stride, but I still can’t seem to even say it out loud.

That we are nevermore.

I’ve lost my chance to cry,
and in price, lost my chance to sleep.

Insomnia without tears.