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Catching Bullets
A Love Poem
I stand before you not in defiance
My arms heavy with guilt
My hands tired to put up in the air
But you know I have surrendered,
even if I don’t gesture
You aim at my feeble state
Seemingly uncaring that I’m resisting the fight,
or aiming back, or picking up my shield
Your motive is not to fight fair
You start the rapid fire
The first shot is softer
The second louder
With the third I jump up to the ceiling
My senses are heightened
But I refuse to unleash
I would gladly catch each bullet
Melt the steel inside my soft,
warm hands ‘till velvet the liquid drips
’Til the hard edges of your heart
soften the same way
I run endlessly trying to catch bullets
But I’m not superwoman
My load too heavy already,
I can’t chase bullets forever
I can’t chase you forever
No my dear, I’ll stand unguarded
’Til the end of time
My love for you as my only defense
’Til you learn that the only path to freedom
is thru laying down your arms,
and pardoning my guilt
