bulletproof

sometimes i just want to kiss you

and say that you're mine

to hold you

with my arms wrapped around your waist

smiling down at you

and it hurts me

that its something

i can't fucking do

sometimes i wish i was dead without you

to see you everyday and have little than less to say hurts

i know what i want and i know you want me

then why do we still pretend to not be in love?

my dying love for you was bulletproof

no one could damage it

yet you're the one who shot me

and i hope you feel better now that it's ended