Six Shooter Shuffle

Six-Shooter Shuffle

Hearts make us do strange dances; you can see yourself in the bar room mirror doing the Six-Shooter Shuffle… and all you want is for it to stop, but apparently your caught in some rendition of a Dirty Harry movie and your partner’s Clint Eastwood.. endless ammo, and always on your toes, always expecting the next bullet to be the One.. That One.. the last.. the most painful; not because you’ve been hit,..but because you wore out or they stopped….. And then it happens….they Stop pulling the trigger...you stop dancing...it’s quiet, and when all the smoke clears and you look in their eyes and it’s a stunningly painful truth you both can See... even Feel what it is..but you fight it; you bust a move and throw a slide in there.. a spin; any thing to save this dance … shoot at me..please.. all you want is for the bullets to come back in a blaze of reprisal, but all you get now is the coldness of the ground around your feet; it’s not your fault, it’s not their fault; there is only so much that guns and boots can take before they wear out… No bullets, no sparks from the nails anymore to keep you dancing, you knew this could happen from the start… there’s no fire left in their eyes when they look at you.. a hint of a smile is all you can muster....exhausted;.. you take a seat… the coolness, uncomfortably too familiar drifts around you; like an old haunt, loneliness creeping its way through your body, beginning to settle in.. again…… Can you feel it?... Do you know it?.. “NOOoooo!! How do you make it stop,” something inside you cries…where elation and excitement once resided from head to toe; now is goose-bumped and shivering, your are the dark side of the moon.. it’s peaceless, but you know there’ll be light again… Sometime.. but you don’t know your revolutionary rate and you don’t know when you’ll come back around to the light again. It’s easy to miss the warmth that washes over you when love is present; that overwhelming sense of joy; now a longed for feeling.. it’s on the inside of your eyelids still though.. that glow, the bright; even the smiles…. you can still see it; even now…..now that you’re in the dark…alone, When all you want is to fill the gap,... to open your eyes and be blinded again……but now You could go for any symptom of affection… anything to masque these feelings, even if it’s peeled away..anything to make you feel better… ( a sighhh)… even in the slightest..that one night..even that one kiss, just to feel wanted again, seems necessary almost? What’s hard now is that you don’t have any where to put what’s inside you.. you don’t want to waste yourself on someone or something like Fleeting.. you look back at who you just came from, and it hurts..but you can smile, because they are the reason you feel this way.. why this feeling is even in you.. . this love that wells in the darkness, hoping it’ll overflow, wishing that it would spill out everywhere, for everyone to see,(Korny I know, but I’m half black, Eh:) because that’s what’s inside of you and there’s nothing you can do about it.. it’s here to stay.. it may not have anywhere to go, but it isn’t going to die out either, just have to keep it safe.. and You can catch my eyes with yours..and look in them,.. trust me you can smile at me, it’s ok.. know I’m just happy to know you.. You opened me up, and allowed me to feel again…..THANK YOU…….For being the most Important Person I’ve met in a very long time, I hope you know how much It means to me…BlinDsidE