Shiny Toy Gun Poem by Alexis Weiermann

As I sit in my room,
I look across my bed.
There lyes a shiny toy gun.
It's a toy to me,
But not to others.
I can't help but pick it up.
The weight of it is unreal.
So light but dangerous.
All I would have to do is pull the triger,
And I'm out of my pain.
Just as I really get the feel
Of that shiny toy gun,
My boy comes along,
Just to ruin my fun.
I can't help but want to push that gun on my temple,
And pull that triger.
It wouldn't take much.
And all you'd hear
Was a 'bang'!
Of course I couldn't do that to my boy.
Even if he just loves to ruin my fun.
He takes the gun,
Tells me that I'm ruining his fun.
I ask him how,
And he says because with out me
He'd have no one to cuddle.
He puts the shiny toy gun under my matress
And tells me to leave it there forever,
And to never think of it or touch it again.
Then he kisses me and says
'I love you,
Which is why I do what I do.'
That shiny toy gun is still there.
Untouched, but not unthought of.



P.S. When I say 'boy' I mean 'boyfriend'.