loaded gun
you think you can play with my heart
boy i’m not a fucking harp.
you think u can treat me like shit
sexualize me just to submit.
i’m not a part of your little game,
your big charade
all of your careless acts and hopeless antics
trying to fuck with my whole dynamic.
you think you’ve won
but boy the game has just begun
i’m a loaded gun
you better fucking run.
This poem is about:
Me