Lover's Roulette

This is my attempt of telling a sad love story through a poem. I read that the saddest thing in the world is the death of a young lover, told by a lover's heart. It is very sad when our youth die. But, the saddest part of it, is the survivors. To see the one that was left behind is always the sad and to me the saddest thing one would have to read about. I've taken a little from both Edgar Allan Poe and Shakespear's Romeo & Juliet. And of course since I love Ne-Yo Russian Roulette helped for this. So, with Edgar Allan Poe and Ne-Yo in mind, I introduce to you...

Lover's Roulette

In the murky darkness on insanity's brink, he stares without seeing and takes a drink. The liquid burns as it goes down, he has a gun at his temple now. There are six rounds, he only needed one to do the trick. He pulls the trigger and there's a loud dry click.

He picks up the glass and takes another sip. Memories fade as a tear drips. He can still smell her in the air he can still see her silky brown hair, her bright grey eyes and sexy lips, her slender body and round hips. Beauty is what she was and she went by the name, Love. Beauty, love, she was it.

Sip...Click.

He knew when he saw her that he loved her, that she was the half to make her soul whole. He felt it deep in his soul. But she was blue and he was red. Their families wanted the other dead. But once in love they couldn't forget it even  though their families forbid it. So they hid love deep in their hearts and vowed nothing could tear them apart. He takes yet another sip and pulls the trigger and hears another click.

They wanted to go hand and hand and become wife and man, to live as all married couples did, They wanted to settle down and have some kids. They didn't want to hide their love anymore, being accepted was all they hoped for. But they knew they were domed from the start. It became unbearable to hide their hearts. They were in love and wanted everyone to notice, they wanted their family to share in their happiness. But it would not be done, so they choose a day when they would simply run away. They were going to gather their things and leave fast and quick. Sips, click.

He could barely stay under control, he was ready to get her and go. It was all he thought of, living together with his one and only love. The day had finally come. They were mere hours from freedom when he heard the most horrible thing. Her heart was no longer beating. She'd wrote a letter explaining the night and why she took her life. She wanted to be with him and refused to be without. Not liking her chances she chose another rout. He picked up the glass and takes another sip, he squeezes the trigger and hears another click.

Without her, life was painful; it hurt. Life without her just wouldn't work. Life was unbearable without her sweet caress, without her his life felt useless. She'd did it for him and was waiting for death to unite them. In the hereafter it would be better and they could be together, and they would real soon. Sip, 

...boom!