As she jumps the gun to shoot her shots. I take notes and give it all I've got. Writing down feelings to be her target. Didn't know I'd be a lesson on her irons sights of her shooting range. **** me for being that naive man. Who would of known I was also gullible to her sweet smile full of false hope. I'm either not enough or I'm just that cover of a book she chose to judge. Case dismissed without review, but she'll Crack cases for the **** boys with no common cents. Broke and guilty. I guess men like me still manage to get locked up with beliefs of what we call love.