Read the title. It's a definition . . . of love, told through the mouth of a pessimist |
Someone asked me for my definition of love. I had thought of this sometime ago, but I said the wrong things- it wasn't this definition. This is my true definition of love. Love is giving someone a gun. Love is giving someone a gun and standing at point blank range about 50 feet back with arms stretched wide with a stupid grin plasted on your face and let them shoot at you- with a stupid grin on your face at point blank range letting them shoot at you totally trusting that they wont hit you praying that they dont shoot you hoping that they don't kill you with arms stretch wide. and if they do feel the whim to graze you with a bullet to hit you to pull the trigger with aim. you smile wide, ignoring the pain and ask for another. ask for another ignoring the pain your smile wide your arms stretched out you let them shoot you I have performed this macab circus act always with a smile I have holes in my hands gunpowder on my fingertips a wound on my side bullet holes around my head and . . . always with a smile I bleed always with a smile wait always with a smile I wait for the day that you kill me. for you to pull the trigger with better aim. Okay. I didn't mean to make it a poem- I really just wanted it to be just my explaination of what I truely think love is like (unitl I'm proved differently, which I probably wont be.) |