Warrior
Your tear puts a calming hand onmy unsheathed sword
A steel beauty I cling to
forged in the heat of betrayal and loss and lies
The justice with which I have wielded my words
The anger fuelling itself
A fire fed by ungrounded fear
When I fight with my full might
I can tear your whole personality apart
and in my mind
us
precise and complex words
yet you stay silent - not taking the bait
You deserve better than this war
Your tear as you watch me claw at the seams of us
searching for the reason you will leave
Your tear
and I remember
war is not a part of love
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2014-01-09 at 12:37
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