love is like
one moment
of dancing in a ballroom,
hands interwoven
with
a soul that
just connects.
as your eyes stare deeply,
passionately
into theirs.
then without much thought,
a warning,
a sign,
you are staring down,
face first
into a barrel that belongs
to a gun.
and with
those same eyes
the ones that looked
so sweetly
into the soul,
that you knew for sure
was yours.
now look up,
to realize it was them.
their fingers
so tightly
against the trigger.
and for a moment,
you realize.
you aren't afraid to die.
-zmh
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the ruins of me
Poetryi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
