Trigger
you
you were always there
somewhere
sometimes or maybe all the time,
in a room full of echoes
or with just me and my lows,
your voice in my head and your name at the tip of my tongue
felt like a crime too young,
but even with shaky hands
and the fear growing bigger
it felt worth enough to pull that trigger
i always did
maybe still do, now who to kid
you were never meant to be mine
the thought itself was too good to ever align
i know, ofc i remember
i'll never cross that line
until
you held the gun this time
just to ask me if you could finally be mine
what? why?
and huh?
this was not to happen right?
not to me or atleast in my reality, alright
but you
and the things you make me feel
are anyways far from anything real
so here i am again
just like old times
again standing on very the same line
giving my all in
no more afraid of those crimes
because for once,
the reality of having you here
feels much better
than just dreams of needing you near.
