Gunpoint

No room for mistakes

everything's perfect

well how do you explain

the bloodstains on your carpet?

the gaping hole in my back?

you wipe your bloody knife

while the skeletons in my closet

tease me with newly acquired life

I'm drowning in my tears

yet you push my head above

not wanting me to succumb

to the mercy of love

nothing you ever tell me

turns out to be true

so my death at gunpoint

is dependant on you

Author's Note

this is my first poem on writer's cafe'

Reviews

[Sam]

I want to let you know that I find your poem to be absolutely beautiful. I like the subject a lot. Although I do think that you should put a little more space in between the stanza's so it's easier to read, the poem itself, the words were perfect. I loved it!

[celyn]

(: firstly just want to thankyou for the lovely review on my poem..
and secondly but most importantly, i love how this is written.
i have tried to write many a time before about the same sort of theme,
and i have failed.. but this fits my feelings perfectly.