Love Gun

Why is love like a gun?
Is it Power?
Sex?
Madness?
Security?
Revenge?
All rolled in metal cylinders
A push propelled by the pull
So much like love, a gun is.

The love that's meant to save us
Is pregnant with our doom
Push and pull each other
Fuck the trigger *BOOM*

Oh the end will come one way or the other
Why not speed up the process?
With extra pain
Like cheese on my pizza
Or pineapple toppings

Love is something like this
Like a gun
The stench of suffering
Comes bundled with the fun.

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Lord give me a gun, life would be so much fun :)
Hey I'm not depressed if anyone is thinking that...read alcoholic poet down in the links, She is Depressed!
Chikah!