flatline

i said “i love you” yesterday
and it left my mouth like a threat.

sledgehammer to bedroom mirror,
i love you.

amnesia to every homecoming,
i love you.

somewhere, a window closes.
somewhere, a gun fires.

yesterday, i said “i love you”
and i was close enough
to taste the blood on your tongue.

bullet wound to hospital bed to
glass shards to bare feet to
last chance to slammed door,
i love you.

i’m sorry.