Loving you is not easy.
It is war, tinted in quick bursts of fire.
Our hands filled with grit, our breath steadfast in anticipation.
Camouflaged emotions dressed in fear.

The destruction in your voice rings clear.

There is nowhere to hide.
Loving you is not easy.
We find tragedy after tragedy.
Our hearts muddied in the trenches we lay.
I hand you bullet after bullet knowing at any moment you will turn and fire.
We ration ourselves not knowing what lies ahead.
We fight, we scream.
Our location given away, we brace ourselves for immediate disaster.
Our face and chest shielded in protection.
We live for the moment.

Realizing now the shame made in haste.
Loving you is not easy.
I accept the war at hand and admit loving you in absolute fear.
A calm thats grown to a heavy gasp.
The patter of boots tied tight.
I hand you the ammunition for my complete demise,
With nowhere to go.

Friendly fire