Read Poem: Russian Roulette, by Diarra McCormick

Being in a relationship is like playing Russian roulette
With just one fuck to give, your heart places a bet
As the cylinder spins in the revolver, your chances at love are one to six
Like one lucky bullet, your heartstrings begin to rip.

Is he the one? Is she the one? One can barely think
The muzzle rests firmly against your head, is love really on the brink?
With trembling fingers, you pull the trigger and to your surprise you hear “Click”
Your heart pounds as you dodged a bullet, one can only predict.

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