Trigger
I hold in my hands the gun, but I can't pull the trigger;
It's not about being the older person, it's about being the bigger;
You shoot your gun at me, yet I can't shoot mines back;
I can't dodge all your bullets and so my barrier suffers another crack;
I cry out in pain at the damage done to my heart;
Not wishing the bullets miss me, but the gun was never fired from the start;
Water welled in my eyes, despite feeling this way before;
My finger still hesitating on the trigger is beginning to get sore;
The tears broke through my dam and you considered that as weak;
Your bullets cause this kind of destruction, leaving me to feel bleak;
Stop! Wait! I can no longer hold my gun;
It's not surprising. In the battle of words you always have won;
This does not mean I'm not strong, or I don't know how to fight;
It just means I'm vulnerable when it comes to love and I won't say things out of spite;
Can the same be said for you, and you don't lead with just emotion;
You can be a better person without shooting others, or at least that's my notion;
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