expressing profound love for someone is terrifying.
a risk filled with hesitance of trying,
or a risk worthy to feel like living.
just like allowing you to point a gun;
aiming it straight to my chest.
my heart may concede to the bullets
life might turn down as the sunsets
the vulnerability may lead to death.
a torrent of bleeding,
fragments of soul tormenting.
will they ever mend?
as the uncertainty looms of when you will pull the trigger,
your heart having the capacity of defying me
would be a chronic misery to suffer
but it's the risk, isn't it?
granting you the chance
to dive deep into the void,
exploring its weaknesses
and unraveling all the high built walls.
you are the only one who could kill me at this moment,
and the worst part in this depth - is my willingness to let you.
