"****** my trigger
blame my gun"
And who knew...you... would have such an... effect
on/in me.
I see you had no intention...nor did
I...but...still
Dumb luck.
We had so much to say/mean/connect/upon
...and all/of/a/sudden
it was all I ever wanted...before
I knew what
I wanted..
And... that's how loving seems to go...
Chasing our ghosts,...while another chases us with
prose...
Each deciphering the can-not-haves///
from different ends of the... barrel.
And I have only sadness and longing
and joy....
For what you struck.in.me....
Because,... I know that my aim is
true...
...but my gun is too
weak.
And,... my darling, darling girl,...
I've been there,...
too.