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My heart races as we lock eyes,

He is dangerous

I am like a gazelle

Who believes a nesting lion is my mate

Blinded by forces unseen. 

He is beautiful

Like an unfinished work of art

Free for interpretation

I am a painter

He is my muse on a blank canvas.

He is a schoolyard bully

I am his nerd

He hits me so hard i taste blood

Bile rises in the back of my throat

But i love the pain of it.

But He is poison

And i am his victim

Slowly suffering from his effects

Longing for a way

To turn the tables.

Now he is the target,

I am the loaded gun,

About to pull the trigger...