they say that love is handing someone a gun, let them point it at you, and trust them not to pull the trigger.
but i believe that loving you is handing you the power to destroy me, and know that when you do, you will stay and put me back together again.
i want to die by your hands and come back by your breath mingling with mine.
YOU ARE READING
tbh. {to be honest}
Poetry{to be honest} or at least a try Non-Fiction #15 Poetry #40 09/12/2013
