Damned

I’ll be damned

For I have sinned

Not once not twice

But many times since

You line up your guns

For my hands are raised

I am happy to take your bullets

Into my embrace

And that’s how I will end

If not in your arms

But at your hands

This will not be revenge or retribution nor malice

They will call it love. Deep. Heartfelt. Felt.
That will be my poetic justice.