There is a fine line between Love and War.
Standing across it, we await the other’s move.
Unlike you, I am not alone.
I stand with many just like me.
Empty eyes and empty weapons
loaded now with empty threats.
You are the exception.
Eyes full of life and a mind full of thoughts.
Thoughts of us now and thoughts of before.
I fall into despair as you fall in love.
The hole gets colder and darker
as you pull the covers over your head.
There is a line between Love and War.
For me it is a trench, but
for you it is a bedsheet.
Standing here my feet turn grey as
I wait for the moment I can see the sun.
Waiting to see you one more time.
You land there next to me.
Radiating your light and warmth.
My helmet slips and your sleep mask falls.
There is a blurry line between Love and War.
I push up my helmet to get a glimpse of you.
If only it wasn’t the last time.
I am hurt but you already know.
You stand up to check on me and you
poke your head up above the loose dirt.
There is no more line between Love and War.
You were always kind and considerate.
Helping others before helping yourself.
Theres a loud ringing in my ears as I wake up
to reality. Your head tilts towards the mattress,
expecting a pillow but only finding the dirt.
I open my eyes again and I see you.
Peaceful and calm as if you were sleeping.
You’d have more time, if it wasn’t wasted on me.
You were blind to everything.
To everything and everyone.
Except for me.
Now you’re lying there between Love and War.