You liked grey
and I liked green.
We clashed in more ways than one.

We were soldiers.
Your eyes were bullets.
My heart was a loaded gun.

Day and night,
relentless battles,
drenched in our cold sweat.

Bruised and wounded,
the blood I’ve shed
tastes bitter with regret.

When you shot through my chest,
I’ll be honest,
the pain was hard to ignore.
I didn’t even need to tell you
that love was the war.