I am made of bullets; shrapnel

You are solar flares

and soft smiles-

better creatures could love you, I know,

But now, they’ll have to

get through me.

I would take another bullet for you

just to prove myself

Only to find out that you

will be the one holding the gun.

Yes, I’m caught in a warzone

And I don’t think I’ll win.

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