Murder she cried

A trigger! Bullets towards the heart and BAM!!! Im on the ground rolling in pain. But it was with chocolates and flowers that you started. You saw my tears but knew they could dry with the perfect warmth. You raised the degrees, tripled it in fact, and as the tears evaporated, we waved goodbye to the tears of sadness. “Will it ever come back?” You nodded. “Why?” You smiled and hugged me and I knew…Of course it’d come back, it’s a part of life, but never again in this shape. A different sadness, life’s penalty. “Brave this with me”. The kiss sealed the agreement. You blindfolded me, took my hand and led me to that path. Our Path. Five turnings we took, each gratifying but testing. Gratifying because you fed me and described to me, in that wonderful assuring tone, the scenes blurring past me. Testing because I stumbled and hungered. I needed to see. On my own. “How can I sketch a scene for you too?”, “I want to lead the way too, take you to my special place”, “Can I see on my own now please?” A firmer grasp of the hand was the answer, you’ll lead the way and I’ll follow. Fifty or more was what you asked and for the first time, that sadness descended smirking. But I pushed it back…back, back , back… “Help mee, where are you?” A jolt and a jerk and its gone and you’re almost late. Almost. “What about next time?” A kiss and the blindfold was gone. You said I was ready. “I was ready from the first turning”. You didn’t nod this time. “Why?”. You pointed behind and I looked. I saw clouds, storms, thunders and only a little ray of light and I wept. “Thank you”. You told me you love me. I believed you. Together we traveled on. Together we observed the sights. Together we were bliss. Bathing in the pure ecstasy of harmonious love.
It was a rotten apple. “Shall we take a bite?”. You stared and watched and nothing. Nothing at all. No nods, no hugs, no kisses, no “Nos”, no nothing. You made me decide and you failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You! I took the bait and the sneer and it hurt. “Help me”. You took a step back. “Help me”. Another step back. “Please”. Another step with your soundless “I Love You” and still you moved, backwards. “I Love You” "I need that blindfold". You stopped and I saw that sadness creeping into you, stabbing you and piercing you. “What have I done?” I saw the bullets too, they came dazzling with sparks, as you pulled the trigger, as sadness became you. You have murdered us both.