Dis/Connected

You were the one;
I could tell you why and when you placed your hand over my heart, you knew it was the truth.

Unfortunately, I was not the one;
Touch after touch, cold, steady, nothing...

Presumably, that was my cue, but this was a tough scene and the director was my heart.

My heart couldn't speak AND my brain couldn't feel AND this dis/connect was chaos AND I just wanted it to end AND so...

I pulled out my weapon... and

I killed you with my kindness.

May your misery rest in peace.