Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Conflict

Impaled to the ground,
I watched you fall lifelessly to your knees on the floor.
Planting your head down in shame,
Your ever-soft cheeks flooded with tears.

Dripping drops,
Wailing sounds.
Falling face-flat to the ground,
Whimpering loudly.

You can,
Stop crying now.
This was always bound to happen.
Unlike you,
I could never make dying look beautiful.
An eighteen-year battle, finally coming to an end.

Head up,
A glance, a stare.
Wiping the tears off your face,
But staining it red.

You have,
Never looked good in that color;
Not my red bloodstain,
But tears gushing down your cheeks.

You have nothing to feel guilty about, your sword,
Impaled down my chest.
I would have done the same to you,
Given the chance.
Everything, they say,
Is fair in love and war;
But who can explain this story?

A battle for supremacy over his mind;
Extrovert versus Introvert.
History goes,
They could never go together.

Looking back at it,
We didn't have to do all this.
We let history,
And past mishaps,
Decide our future.

Inevitably,
We ended up,
Just like the history books.
We could have just worked together, regardless.

We . . .
We . . .

Light fades,
Heart stops,
Darkness reigns.

So many things, I want to say.
Could this... be my, last, breath?