Every word you say is a bullet, an arrow, a dart,
Each said with careful precision pointed directly at my heart,
I think I'm bright enough to realize this is exactly where you aim,
But do you shoot at me and angles or do you always hunt the same,
I know how this ends for me, deep sadness with depression to follow,
But until then please free refill every dark crevice, every hollow,
It's exhausting when your feelings are born in compliments and text replies,
And all future plans and happy smiles rest in anticipated when's and curious why's,
I routinely drown myself in endless thought showcasing every possible scenario,
My vulnerable reflection with calculated filters is a rare appearance few ever know,
Please know I'm only quietly complicated because that's my procedure for life,
And in the vast spaces and covert corners of my mind violence is conveniently rife,
Ultimately I'll allow your arresting eyes to win over common sense and Native wit,
Yet still loyally protest and grieve your lust when what I get is what I get!