Dead

I was dead before I hit the street....shot in the chest by a stray bullet....shot out of the mind of a woman who's thoughts were so vivid they manifested themselves into an unintentional weapon....though she never said a word, her actions thought pierced the cavity of my chest and destroyed the resolution I had to persevere and understand why I wanted an ending with her....though she was what I needed I took comfort in what I wanted because it wanted me....though it was a necessity that I let her be with me because I needed her as much as she wanted me....she killed me before my heart could shoot her mind with transcendent actions of feelings unsaid....but felt through every fiber of that fist-sized pump once shot by the misconstrued mind of woman once needed by me....I was dead before I hit the street....shot in the heart by a womans thoughts unspoken....thoughts never clarified and feelings never expressed are the recipe for a destruction scorned even more than death....