twenty-seven

it felt just like a gunshot to the chest, like so many other times. but this once, it spilled my hope so far beyond repair that everything went numb for days. what do you say in times like these? are there any words left anyway? all i can do is gasp for breath and hope it's all good somehow. we swore so many times that this would be the last time, so how do you spell last in this book of yours? i just don't know if i'll endure another one. maybe i'll drop dead to the floor, maybe i'll just go. either way, last means last after all.