Words I cannot Express myself

Confession To An Old Lover

There is a feeling I get in my neck,
Right between my shoulders -and down
Which I call happiness,
And it shoots at the thought of you.
But it’s a reckless bliss
To pull a triggers-memory,
Just to feel the pleasure there
And soak in it awhile.
For as soon as the trigger’s pulled
The round is fired,
And I am left bleeding,
A broken heart.

- Lance M. Lormand