.

 He hid a gun in our home. 

I think it's funny because 

He did it in the literal and 

In the figurative way. 

He hid a gun in our bed.

And that makes me so sad

That I just didn't though of it.

I couldn't foresee it. 

Now, I lay here, thinking about 

The imense danger, 

The omnious sign it was

I sit here, thinking about the fact that, 

In some ways, 

He used that gun on me. 

I'm broken hearted as I can be. 

Shot in the heart. 

Our love is dead.