I am loaded.
loaded with whiskey.
with beer.
or something worse...
My is aim true.
I may not want to believe, but my actions speak louder than words every could.
I **** the hammer.
And as the pin drops the words exit my mouth.
The bullet exits the chamber.
Your fears realized.
My confidence realized.
For what it is...
False.
I am young.
foolish, quick, selfish, optimistic in a world where a hardened soul is smart.
And safe.
Right and deserving.
And I am not...
Not of you.
Not of your touch.
your laugh.
your cry.
Not of all the things that make you.
The one that I...
Want.
And that is true. I
Am who I am.
Foolish.
Hopeful.
Excited.
But...terrified.
Terrified that the feelings I have,
You don't.
Or are to smart to chance with.
Cause smart is safe.
And I am not.
Not smart.
Not Safe.
But a fool.
And so I go, burning the match at both ends.
And when it is done I hope the bridge between us still remains.
And I can walk over it.
To you.
And hold you once more.