a(u)n pulled trigger on your gun

i was a(u)n pulled trigger on your gun

you were too indifferent to shoot and too obsessed to simply let me run

so we hang on, half-there, half-gone

and when you didn’t tell me about that night

i felt how you started slipping away from my sight

sneaking into our home to sleep on another side

it was the same idea that started crossing my mind

it was the same idea that started crossing my mind

it was the same idea that started crossing my mind

but i kept on bleeding, laying down on my back

just not to let myself see you packing your bag

i haunt you as a(u)n pulled trigger of your gun

and you haunt me when i try to find the answers ‘tho the silence was always the loudest one

Written by Chainka
Writer

Chainka, born in Ukraine, has been writing since childhood, crafting stories and poems that explore the depths of human emotion.

She is known for her ability to delve deeply into themes of sadness, desperation, and resilience.

She writes in both English and Ukrainian about the fragile intersections of war, peace, love, and loss.