Roulette

It was a selfish game

of Russian roulette.

I knew which gun had the bullet

and I handed it to you knowing

it would break me.

I set us up for failure; I saw it

and played the game anyway.

I had too much passion,

too much love

and wanted what wasn’t real

and you broke under

the pressure of it all.

I broke both of us that way.

-A.e