jueves, 19 de noviembre de 2015

Love

Held me at gun point...while my criss cross stare tried to grasp the correct information to send to my brain.
Intervals of being lost, concave up, concave down.
A rush through my veins quite like nothing else experienced before.
"I am not, was not, will not become unafraid of this, ever." I uttered nervously-
His hand clasped suddenly to mine, forcefully.
Aiming forward to his criss cross stare he held my hand over the trigger of another pistol and gave me the option to run a bullet through his brain..
while saying I love you.