what gets me worked up about you?
you're a weapon, and you don't even know it.
like your deep voice
echoes through my mind
and my body
and leaves me vulnerable.
and your eyes
should see me for more than what I am
physically,
for my mind is a gun
but is tossed aside
when you look at me.
and your height
i do not understand
as you tower over me
how i can have power
over a man-
for how can i strangle a blade
with my bare hands
without bleeding myself dry?
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