black swan


She said… hey kid your lips are dumb and beautiful
And she looked at me, looking at her
I thought about playing it safe
With phone sex
I thought about pretending that she didn’t exist or moving

But she did
And it owned me
And the things I want and wish to write about
First of all- I am a gunslinger
Am tough
Am in love
And she owns me
And because of that, I am wrong

Like hanging over a horse that sweats too much
Like shooting my way out of a conversation that doesn’t make sense

This makes sense, she does.
We do