i would say i felt in my soul
your words like a loaded gun
but i am a ginger..i don't have one

maybe this face
was made for being anxious
and these palms
were made to be clammy
and this stomach
was made for butterflies
and this heart
was made to beat faster
and this bed
was made for us

i hate you.
for lack of a stronger word.

an invitation
you called to me in blood red
request denied, *****

you asked me one day
"zombie apocalypse, three people
who do you take?"
my first thought was you
so we could repopulate
but that's not what i would say
i'd just laugh and turn away
give you someone else's name
and make up an excuse like
*he's probably good with a blade