vii. GAMBLING WITH OUR LOVE.
we play would you rather with a gun pressed to our heads. you laugh when you ask me if i would rather be with you for the rest of my life or die. the joke is that your finger pressed down on the trigger before i could reply. i guess you already found your answer.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
