I try not to criticize because in relationships I’ve been one to epitomize, the distrustful nature that gives life to lies, but we all know the pain that time in thought buys, cause he approached me one night under cloudy night skies, I could even see the angst in his angry arched eyes, as he simply said in a gruff voice “the girl is mine.”
He could see immediately that I did not comprehend, and all it did was further anger him, he lifted a revolver point blank period, and repeated the words he’d said again.
Something had hurt this n!gga, but I assure you his purpose here was worthless, who is the girl, I figured, but the spear of fear made me wordless, as he stood here with his weapon drawn and I without mine, about face, without grace and obviously some sh!t on his mind.
I said, “Who is ya girl fam,” to buy myself some clarity, in the name he mumbled, some familiarity, I had been in company of but never intimately, could this be a case of mistaken identity,
He said “I saw the pictures n!gga,” cocked his head as those words he spat out, this man was very sure of himself flat out, he remembered my face from a pic of a half embrace at a party for his girl’s birthday we were there to celebrate, his attitude was on accelerate, I said pump your brakes, she and I are just friends, put that sh!t down before you make a mistake,
He said “No mistakes here, you being fake here, I seen the DM pics, don’t try to make your case here,” in some situations when you put two and two together it doesn’t add up, cause this man’s words had me mad stuck, “you got it wrong fam it couldn’t have been me, I haven’t been in any of her DM’s intimately,”
from the piercing glare he had to clinching of his teeth, he yelled out “WHY YOU GONNA LIE ,” I seen people looking down the street, I watched him swallow hard and wipe tear from his cheek, heard a thunderous crack, then a flash of light, and I flew off my feet……..
I thought “is this the end for me,” as I stared at the still sky, and the soft wind played me a lullaby…..
Lullaby, lullaby, sweet sweet lullaby,
My music was interrupted by the beeping of machines, nurses all around, as I gathered what it means, bullet grazed the skull with two shoulder wounds, doc said I was lucky 2 inches shy of thee Upper Room,
the guy with the pistol made headline news, and to think it was all over some bedtime blues, too much time in thought, lost track of what was true, with loves angst this man was consumed,
and he thought he had a clue, acted on his pain, didn’t even ask or want to know my name, sometimes heartbreak makes it hard to maintain, just another example of how love and love lost can make one clinically insane.