You'll never say
"I love you"
Just like
I'll never say
"I'm Happy."
Because our words are bullets
And
Neither of us
Can handle
The recoil
What if
Our lives
Aren't
Bulletproof
These thoughts
Will rip through
Their centers
Exploding
Outward
Downward
Shattering our Foundations
Making us fragile
And we will fall.
Our best hope
Being that the wind
Blows us
Into each other
Standing
Ambivalent
From
Death
But the winds
Are breaths
Of
Our demons
And they
Only
Breath for destruction
They are
Dragons of Warfare
So we sit
In our
Ceasefire
Wondering
How long
We can
Hold down
The fort
Treading on
Unmarked territory
We try
To watch
For ***** traps,
But they lay on
Places most beautiful
And I can't help
But aid the
Enemy,
Revealing
The chinks
In my armour
As I attempt
To nuzzle my way
Into yours.
But it is in
The dead of night
That your enemies
Come,
Monsters
Filter your dreams
To darken
Even the
Lightest peace.
Your demons know
How to
Push you
Past
Where you thought
You could go
To a place
That looks
Too much
Like a haven.
They can
Turn your
Own words
On you
And make you
Feel like
you are on
A suicide mission
Their voices
Whisper
So clearly
"What am I even fighting for?"
And suddenly
No cause
Seems worthy enough
And you
Lay down your arms
Because
This is not your first time at war.
You know these trenches.
You feel the shrapnel
Ringing out
Through your bones
And in these
last moments
Of
Utter Defeat
You think
To yourself
How you would
Give
your
life
To go back
And
Release the Trigger
Because
How could
This fight
Be worth
The limbs
And
Hearts
You've broken?
So I stand
Before you
At
full attention
Swallowing
My bullets.
I
Am
Not
Scared
Of
War,
But yours
Is a casualty
I cannot dismiss.
And though
I believe myself
A Revolutionary
I am
Choosing
To
Pick my battles,
Which proves
To be
My civil war
Defying myself
For my
Adopted Cause.
Before,
I could not decide
If I was
A lover
Or
A soldier
And now
I've found
You've
made
me
Both
A paradox
Similar enough
To
I'm not happy
Like
You don't love me
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
You'll never say
"I love you"
Just like
I'll never say
"I'm Happy."
Because our words are bullets
And
Neither of us
Can handle
The recoil
What if
Our lives
Aren't
Bulletproof
These thoughts
Will rip through
Their centers
Exploding
Outward
Downward
Shattering our Foundations
Making us fragile
And we will fall.
Our best hope
Being that the wind
Blows us
Into each other
Standing
Ambivalent
From
Death
But the winds
Are breaths
Of
Our demons
And they
Only
Breath for destruction
They are
Dragons of Warfare
So we sit
In our
Ceasefire
Wondering
How long
We can
Hold down
The fort
Treading on
Unmarked territory
We try
To watch
For ***** traps,
But they lay on
Places most beautiful
And I can't help
But aid the
Enemy,
Revealing
The chinks
In my armour
As I attempt
To nuzzle my way
Into yours.
But it is in
The dead of night
That your enemies
Come,
Monsters
Filter your dreams
To darken
Even the
Lightest peace.
Your demons know
How to
Push you
Past
Where you thought
You could go
To a place
That looks
Too much
Like a haven.
They can
Turn your
Own words
On you
And make you
Feel like
you are on
A suicide mission
Their voices
Whisper
So clearly
"What am I even fighting for?"
And suddenly
No cause
Seems worthy enough
And you
Lay down your arms
Because
This is not your first time at war.
You know these trenches.
You feel the shrapnel
Ringing out
Through your bones
And in these
last moments
Of
Utter Defeat
You think
To yourself
How you would
Give
your
life
To go back
And
Release the Trigger
Because
How could
This fight
Be worth
The limbs
And
Hearts
You've broken?
So I stand
Before you
At
full attention
Swallowing
My bullets.
I
Am
Not
Scared
Of
War,
But yours
Is a casualty
I cannot dismiss.
And though
I believe myself
A Revolutionary
I am
Choosing
To
Pick my battles,
Which proves
To be
My civil war
Defying myself
For my
Adopted Cause.
Before,
I could not decide
If I was
A lover
Or
A soldier
And now
I've found
You've
made
me
Both
A paradox
Similar enough
To
I'm not happy
Like
You don't love me
