Dispise

Our love was grand,
our love seemed to good to be true,
it was probably my fault in thee end,

my ignorance of not seeing,
all that you were,
my blinding love,

i did not pay attention,
to the signs,
of the end,

that first bullet,
that you shot towards my heart,
missed,
but i ignored the pain,
as if it was a going thing,

until one day,
the pain was gone,
as i looked around,
you were gone,

it was so weird,
i lived with the pain for so long,
that it became a part of me,

sadly i missed it,
but who cares?
because soon i will meet steel.