i want to fall for the enemy
and feel their rough fingers
trace the rough scar tissue
of my cheek
i want to fall with the enemy
in love, together
so that neither of us
will know how to deal
with feeling (for once)
so painfully real
i want to bask in my audacity
to fall in love with the enemy
have mud on my ragged clothing
have mud and have self-loathing
and have the enemy
and have my enemy
craving my breath
on their enemy neck again
i want to fall in love
and have to be apart
and have to reunite
and have to conquer
i want to bite
kick throw punch push away
the ones who say
"you should not fall in love
with the enemy"
but it cannot be
and it won't be
this easy and nice
so now, the enemy leaves
and with me, there stands
the enemy's last hope - crushed
red love lingers on my hands
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
i want to fall for the enemy
and feel their rough fingers
trace the rough scar tissue
of my cheek
i want to fall with the enemy
in love, together
so that neither of us
will know how to deal
with feeling (for once)
so painfully real
i want to bask in my audacity
to fall in love with the enemy
have mud on my ragged clothing
have mud and have self-loathing
and have the enemy
and have my enemy
craving my breath
on their enemy neck again
i want to fall in love
and have to be apart
and have to reunite
and have to conquer
i want to bite
kick throw punch push away
the ones who say
"you should not fall in love
with the enemy"
but it cannot be
and it won't be
this easy and nice
so now, the enemy leaves
and with me, there stands
the enemy's last hope - crushed
red love lingers on my hands
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