She explained loving her wouldn't be easy.
He agreed, it would be war.
He held the gun as she handed him the bullets.
He softly sighed as he embraced the blessing of the massacre in front of him.
She ran her fingers through her hair in
distress, grasping the top of her skull.
He looked at her and saw the storm in her eyes.
He knew without question, she was wondering if
she was worth it.
She wanted him in the bluntest way.
She wanted him endlessly, to the millionth degree.
But, there were no words she could find to put together to explain the unworthiness she felt.
Then fell a silence.
He looked into her eyes as he placed his
finger on the trigger.
He loved her.
And to know what he would do for her
terrified him.