It’s terrifying
when you get hit
with a revelation at 2am
that you can’t picture yourself
five or ten years into the future
sharing a cosy suburban apartment
with the love of your life,
with a family to call your own.

I'm tired of this death match
fighting for my place
amongst the scattered remains
of a
thousand
broken hearts

This is not Sparta
I am no gladiator
and            you            
are
no
prize