This is like 'the last post' in the battle between monogamy and polygamy. It seems to me to show the transition from youth to maturity, naivete to experience..
"What once was a game,
no longer was fun.
I held it.
But you fired the gun."
..Subtle and forceful lines, which reflect the concept of playing and over-stepping the mark. To the point where it hurts. And then the difference is learned. But if the game is big enough, the realisation of its danger is a lesson which is learned too late, and can end fatally - metaphorical or otherwise.
There is a bitter brutality in the words and imagery of this poem that has a profound effect. And the conclusion is dramatic in this way..
""forever.."
You LIED.
This shadow of murder
is called suicide."
These last two lines are proverbial. We do it to ourselves...with the help of others..
Powerful piece of work.
I liked the way you formatted this, but that one part "You LIED", I don't think "lied" should be bold, plus, too many exclamation points can be really annoying >.< Otherwise though, I thought this was pretty good. Nice work :)
This is a very disturbing depiction of unrequited love. The fact that I felt such emotion is a testament to the feelings you sought out to capture. I was totally helpless as I watched this person make good on their intentions. This story was very sad, but beautifully told. It is poetic fine art. I loved it..however dark it may be.