Bullets To The Heart

I hung out my heart to feel your love
So I could taste the sweetness of it
They say giving yourself away hurts
And it does...
                             ... It hurts like shit

You hand your lover the gun
Weaponless for a battle not yet won

Ignoring what your mind already knows,
"Here, you take this. I don't need it."
A damn fool you are to let go

Their hand slips
Through the air a bullet rips
Straight through the vitality of you
But you're still stubbornly alive
Still managing to revive

Even though you're damaged

Broken

With wind whistling through the holes
Echoing reminders of those two souls
That merged as one
Loved as one
Hurt as one

Survived as one