30 August 2012
Your smile goes off Like a gunshot In a crowded room, Silencing all The critics with their shit, Shouting down those Who verbally undress, Oppress, Society and normality Are meaningless, Starting my heart Like a defibrillator, Curing my Life-arrhythmia, Those green eyes Like car crashes Hide behind Long lashes, Whilst begging Everyone to stare, Rubberneck at The mess they make, Look deeper for The conformity That isn't there, Walk like you Own everything And nothing And don't care, Head high, You're above them, Better and you don't Even know it, Smarter, brighter; If they're all stars Then you're the sun, The ten percent extra, The cash back and, The jackpot in one, And you've spent it all, Gone double or bust On breaking me out Of my mint packaging, Destroying the mould I was in, Making me fall Into an inescapable Hole of being Completely in love With you And all you do. Your smile goes off Like a gunshot: And I'm the target.
© Kim H. 30th August 2012
You're A Gunshot, I'm The Target • Opuss № I