A shot at love

How come my heart tears already, though your message hasn’t arrived yet?
My eyes water, my chest hurts, my belly is full, though i haven’t eaten in days.
How is it possible my head still sits on top of my body, though my thoughts run through it like bullets?
Bam! Bam! Bam!
A shot in my head, a shot through my heart, a shot at my inner child.
It came out to play and got murdered.

 

Pia Petersson