I Am a Machine Gun.
When I gave you my safety, I had only you in mind.
I could protect you and defend with a love so refined.
You claim not to have asked, but I assure you that you did.
For I cannot fire bullets without first removing my lid.
You accepted it and grinned and clutched it ever so tight.
Protection overwhelmed you as I moved into the fight.
Something in your gut told you that I would never ever yield
until the battle was long over and your wounds had all been healed.
When it was all done and peace was finally restored,
I came back here to greet you, only to be ignored.
You returned my orange cap with hesitance in your eyes.
Before I'd screwed it on, you took it back to my surprise.
You played me like a primate, tossing hope over my head,
And your indecisive nature left me dry and nearly dead.
I stumble to the floor searching for an arm to hold.
My unprotected trigger bending wildly, uncontrolled.
I turn to try and find you midst the havoc of my fire
And hit the ones you hide behind with whom you soon conspire
To drag me down and pin me out of fear I might attack,
when all I really need is for you to give my safety back.
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