I don't care,
I don't care if you love me still,
Although, I wish you did,
In fact I know you do,
The clever man with silver pen, you know I love you too.
Your bullets are made of silver, as they dance upon my chest,
I am not the monster,
You believe that you don't warrant love,
A, worthless box of tricks,
That only you and I can fix.
(C) Livvi