I'm the gun
But you're the trigger
Set me off at any moment
And watch me explode
And leave a path of destruction in my wake.
But I guess I don't live in America
Because I have no right to bear arms
To protect my heart from being shot
By your trigger fingers,
Those same fingers
That wrap around my throat
Like a boa constricting
Tighter tighter tighter:
I don't know if it's the
overwhelming feeling of familiarness
when our naked bodies join together
like the two missing pieces of a puzzle
or the lack of oxygen to my brain
That's making me dizzy