you told me to tie
an apple on my head
and you indicated
your bow and arrow
"go stand 100 feet away,"
you said, "and i'll shoot the apple
don't worry,
i've got a nice aim"
i didn't hesitate
wanting to please you
trusting you
with my life
but you threw it away.
twang, the arrow
shot from the bow
the string wobbling
and you smiling.
the arrow soared
gracefully, dangerously
and missed the apple
instead piercing my forehead
it was then that i decided
i trust too much
and that trust is what
eventually killed me.