loving him was like a war.
i lowered my defences to let the enemy in,
hoping to find an allie in a sea of soldiers.
i didn't know he was the opposition
who had the power to shatter my heart into thousands of broken shards.
they warned me not to venture into no man's land
because no one makes it out with their heart in one piece;
it'll get snagged on the bitterness of his deceit
it'll trip over the deadly sweetness of his facade.
i was a soldier with a punctured heart
marching through the fear of surrendering.
he was the enemy who fired countless bullets
then apologised for aiming at me.
by the time i realised i was strong enough to fight on my own,
the war had already gone on for longer than i'd anticipated;
i was buried too deep in a trench of his mirage -
he'd stolen my heart whilst i tried to capture his.
leave fought against stay
until the battlefield was
a blood bath of misplaced hopes and tangled lies.
leave
threw grenades that exploded with deceit
fired bullets at countless hearts
gas suffocated victims with false hope
stay
dragged back its enemy with candid smiles
dug trenches filled with bottomless compliments
captured soldiers with stolen touches
i'd hoped stay would emerge victorious,
i'd hoped the two sides would unite,
i'd hoped there would only be winners.
but in a battle of the hearts
there are only losers;
those who have lost,
and those who have been lost.
his army was undefeatable
he targeted the weaknesses of the enemy
and tricked them into believing they were winning.
the victory lies in surrendering.
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Small Talk
Poetry❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
