Jan 2019
Another sleepless night because of the break up.
I wanted to cry but I was too angry, at the same time I was just numb and a small part, some small part of me was glad that it was over.
Will I ever be enough?
Another ***** in the armor, another nic in the blade, another memory left on the field as I trudge forward without a choice.
These kind of fights could **** a lesser man- that's dramatic.
We've all been there,
Another sleepless night.
Another sting to the pride, another memory, another love gone to the wayside, wishing I was enough (for her) now I'm left fishing for love while I sit out of luck again.
It's one more battle, one more fight, it's one more bruise on a pretty battered heart, and yet it beats as strong as ever.
The river I've cried is something I cross and sometimes it's still waters while the rapids rage inside, even if I could take out my anger, what would be the point? Sore hands on a punching bag? And what if I drowned my sorrows? I'd be drunk and angry?
What if I wrote a poem? Drove really fast? Tried to clear my head?
Would any of it help?
These emotional fire fights keep coming, it's part of being alive, it's part of being human and when we're born we sign a contract that this is just all part of the ride.
Lone soldier on the battle field of romance.
I've got one more fight in me after another fight, one more love gone to the wayside.
One down, a million down,a million more to go. This is the fight we choose and we cast our lot because it's all part of what we signed up for.
I'll leave a cross on the field for the memory and as much as it pains me I'll walk away and with every step that memory becomes a picture in a frame on the wall of my mind- summer to winter 2018-2019.
Modern romance burns hot but it burns out, and in a candle wick flicker it snuffs out.
I take a deep breath and say goodbye, I've got one more fight after this, and after that one I'll still have one more fight, until one day the fight stops and I leave the field and settle down with her who dropped her sword first and took off my armor to reveal the man.
I've got one more fight and one more fight after that.
I wanted to cry but I was too angry, at the same time I was just numb and a small part, some small part of me was glad that it was over.
Will I ever be enough?
Another ***** in the armor, another nic in the blade, another memory left on the field as I trudge forward without a choice.
These kind of fights could **** a lesser man- that's dramatic.
We've all been there,
Another sleepless night.
Another sting to the pride, another memory, another love gone to the wayside, wishing I was enough (for her) now I'm left fishing for love while I sit out of luck again.
It's one more battle, one more fight, it's one more bruise on a pretty battered heart, and yet it beats as strong as ever.
The river I've cried is something I cross and sometimes it's still waters while the rapids rage inside, even if I could take out my anger, what would be the point? Sore hands on a punching bag? And what if I drowned my sorrows? I'd be drunk and angry?
What if I wrote a poem? Drove really fast? Tried to clear my head?
Would any of it help?
These emotional fire fights keep coming, it's part of being alive, it's part of being human and when we're born we sign a contract that this is just all part of the ride.
Lone soldier on the battle field of romance.
I've got one more fight in me after another fight, one more love gone to the wayside.
One down, a million down,a million more to go. This is the fight we choose and we cast our lot because it's all part of what we signed up for.
I'll leave a cross on the field for the memory and as much as it pains me I'll walk away and with every step that memory becomes a picture in a frame on the wall of my mind- summer to winter 2018-2019.
Modern romance burns hot but it burns out, and in a candle wick flicker it snuffs out.
I take a deep breath and say goodbye, I've got one more fight after this, and after that one I'll still have one more fight, until one day the fight stops and I leave the field and settle down with her who dropped her sword first and took off my armor to reveal the man.
I've got one more fight and one more fight after that.
