grab your gun
you chose to shoot
so shoot me?
it won't hurt me
maybe physically
but not mentally
or emotionally
like you've hurt me
before.
so take that rifle
and aim it at my broken heart
don't give me time to think
just. kill. me.
YOU ARE READING
Gypsy
Poetrya poetry collection "Gypsy souls aren't meant to stay in one place; they're meant to wander. I got tired, bored, and depressed in the place that I was at. Change was the only option. So I packed up my soul in a suitcase and left."
