This is a stick up,
Your eyes glint in the shade of a low drawn long brimmed hat.
Cold steel looms like a deadly reaper waiting to unleash six hot hounds of hell.
Hair pinned love.. the hammer creeks as your finger kisses the trigger.
"I didn't have to be like this" the words leave my mouth dry as wind blown sand..
"It was going to be mine or yours, and I'm not losing mine again"  you growl and I knew that this was the only way.
Heaven help the one who sacked your treasure,
I plunge my hand deep into my chest and tear out my gem.
Like a whip crack cobra you ****** it,
Crimson ribbons stream from my frozen hands.
"I'll be back for that someday" I wince; barely managing to get the words out.
You holster your pistol and grin as you turn and walk away..
"I wouldn't steal your heart, if I didn't want you to come get it"