a deadly knot with the safety off.
Got a quick hand, why’d you let it linger
down my back, dripping liquor bottle’s sweat?
You know there’s no winning this dual,
but I let you aim, fire, kill my regret.
I’ll let you coil into a question mark
around my frigid body, as
if you would still love me after the dark
dies in the bloodied hands of a sunrise.
But here you are, still holding me.
I want to let go, give in to these lies
But that game is too dangerous to play
when you’re the shotgun and my heart is clay.