There are just some things you never forget
like the first time I twisted my fingers through your hair
And the first time you pulled mine
A little too hard.
But this is not a love poem.
I remember the first time I held you.
Terrified I would do it wrong.
And how you reminded me I couldn't because as I looked down I saw God’s reflection
Of everything beautiful in the world in my arms.
But this is not a love poem.
I remember how sweet you tasted, when you would bite my blue lips.
And how sweet the bullet I took for you felt until I saw your pretty face
behind the trigger.
But this is not a love poem.
Because if all is fair in love and war then I don’t want to play.