Shot

In the heart

Not by an actual, physical thing

But by shards that broke me.

I’m pretty sure it’s when you told me you loved her.

Why?

I Love You, not her.

You’re too blind to see I’m right here in front of you.

Right in front of you: Like in your face here!

Not in a bad way though,

It’s just so I can get your attention.

It’s harder to get than I thought possible

Harder than anything I’ve had to do.

Why must you torture me?

His name.

It sounds perfect; like fate

It sounds like I was meant to say his name, like it was supposed to come off of my tongue.

And if it’s not then what?

Then who is?

Who’s my fate?