Love Below Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Love manifested into pure malice,
Fingers gripped the gun tighter as his thoughts raged on,
Back and forth tossing and turning,
The metal from the gun imprinted his hand
He saw himself standing beside him urging him to load the clip and pull back the hammer, a senseless act that questioned
Would he do the same lost in himself as the gun symbolised the love he had for this woman,
the bullet, a manifastaion of the love shared passing on, no longer intact,
Full of rage, unexpected,
A hollow tip full of agony not caring what it hits, what consequences come,
Going far, pushed by an excessive force, spiritual, part of him inside of her,
Trapped also into the selfishness of their decision, a burden that just is, a collage student realising the depth of society working a dead end job which has nothing to do with his degree,
A weight buried deep in his chest as he could feel his heart no more,
His other self made finger gestures towards his temple,
Implying all pain will end soon,
She begged and pleded falling to her knees seeing that he was no longer himself,
Bringing up pieces of the past,
Where they first met,
Claiming the mistake would never happen again,
She was as sorry as she'd ever been, thinking the effect of the recoil
His other self grabbed the gun from his hand,
Pointing it at her,
An affair confronted between him, himself, her,
Almost as choosing a different life within another one,
Was he a stranger all along, watching, playing protector,
And she a wolf, devouring whomever she came in contact with,
Standing there in a broken social meeting, a tight fitting rubber band losing its elasticity each push and pull
Undressed by the feel of her skin against his, himself,
Pleasure left pleantiful,
With nowhere to go,
To himself he saught a dream that wasn't his,
He saw the barrel of the gun as a destination,
The end of a prison that saught release, he loved himself,
He loved her, she loved both,
In a brief silence a decision was made,
His words passing like a still cold wind meeting the warm pasture of her breath,
Sacrificing himself for the love he never had