You forgot who fired first.
It seems that you are already caught up in it,
and you have to fight, but why are you fighting ?
You don’t remember anymore, wanting to hurt
her as much as possible, regretting every bullet
as soon as it leaves the barrel.

The entire thing seems ridiculous.
You wish you could laugh about it, to escape
your body with her, looking down, laughing at those two
idiots who argue for no reason.

But you are too hurt, the damage has already been done.
You know that you can’t recover