Must you parade around with the flag of betrayal
waving high above our heads?
Wearing the colors of your victory proudly on your neck.

Love lost, barrel checked,
Medal stripped, and home sent,
I surrender.
I surrender everything.
Every memory.
Every shaky touch,
every spilt cup of joe, every flower that shot out of the ground that spring.
Every flower that died that winter.
I've been waiting for a new front all along.
One where I've got arms behind me that are strong,
pushing me to walk and holding me when I cant.
You see, I may have lost that battle, with her,
but, my dear with him, I'll win the war.