Crying in front of you was like handing you a gun. And
with every secret that poured out of my mouth, I handed you
another bullet. Every tear increased the target size, and with
each fragment of trust I put into you, you got closer and my
armour faded away. You have enough ammunition to kill me a
thousand times, but you've never pulled thta trigger. Even
though I couldn't blame you if you chose to.