spitting words like venom,
your words are like shots to the heart.

as we withdrew our weapons -
increasing pace, i want to hurt you.

snarling, the silver lining of your kiss -
did it ever matter, at all?

and now look what it's come to,
guns to each others' heads.

we know each other. our shots can't miss.
Take this. And this. And this. And this.