Poems of Love and Suffering

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if your love's a gun,
then I want to use it,
point it to my chest,
right where my heart is,
shoot me,
shoot me so I can feel your love shuttering my heart to pieces,
and I can die happily,
feeling your love swallowing me along with fear,
a fear that cannot be hidden,
a fear that cannot be explained and came all of a sudden,
a fear that talks about how sadly and painfully it might end.