Pulling out my six-shooter,
Loading it slowly,
The smooth brass is cold in my hand,
And I snap the cylinder in.

Pulling back the hammer,
I wait in silence,
Running my fingers across the trigger guard.
Waiting...waiting...waiting.

The clock strikes midnight.
I can no longer wait,
As I flip the safety off,
Sleek metal barrel shining.

Pointed at my head,
I shut my eyes.
I don't want to watch myself,
As I take my own life.

Remembering back to the day before;
As my drum sticks slipped out of my hands.
I thought something special was there,
But I had wronged everything right, in my own mind.

I left my dreams, my instrumental love.
Newfound friends now drip in tears,
Assembling at my dark funeral.
The man I wanted nowhere to be seen.

I want to
make love
to you
but not
in the way
you'd think

I want to
brush your soul
with my fingertips
and slip in and out
of this world
in your arms

I want to
show you
the galaxy
inside of my heart
and watch you
discover each star

I want to
press my lips
against your body
and write the story
of our love
in sloppy wet kisses

I want to
deeply inhale
your wild spirt
and get high
on all your
hopes and dreams

I want to
wander the maze
in your heart
and hang
my portrait
over the
cracked drywall.

I want to
feel you searching
my soul and
shouting out
in joy at
every piece you find

I want to
strip you
of your insecurities
until you can
bask naked
in the warmth
of my love

I want to
paint our lives
in vibrant memories
of days filled
with laughter
and nights filled
with passion

I want to
have all of you
in every moment
of every single day
for the rest
of forever

And if that
isn't making love.
*I don't want
to know
what is.