Behind my door, a refuge I find,
Wooden floor bears scars of love's cruel grind.
An injured soldier, love's aftermath,
A knife in my soul, a silent warpath.

In love's battles, no victor emerges,
Memories linger, the pain converges.
Recovery's facade, a cracking core,
Discarding memories, a relentless chore.

Shadows of oaths, loyalty's ghost,
Strength in silence, hurt the most.
Behind closed doors, emotions secure,
A sanctuary for the heart's obscure.