I gave him
A gun;
By all means
I was giving him
ammunition
to hurt me,

But he didn't.

Instead he just walked away,
slid the gun in his
pocket and said:
"I know I will hurt you
eventually
but today
is not the day."

I smiled, I was not ready
to lose myself.

But as I was turning my back
against him,
he gently whispered,
with only the wind
as its audience,
with only the breath of nature
to hear his menace:
"I don't love you enough
to hurt you."