You shot,
I got the bullet,
you got the cut.

You laid there bleeding.
I stood here watching.

The bullet reached my brain, again.
My wits were shaking, again.
You were crying, again.

Please go.
Please stop.
You kill us both.
You do it drip after drip.

I helped you stand,
you held my arm,
you wanted affection,
I wanted kindness.

I pulled my heavy soul up,
you left an empty bottle drop.
You said I’m sorry
I nodded, I’m sorry too.

It’s all the same.
You shoot,
I get the bullet,
you get the cut.