War Zone

You call our dead romance a war zone,

Claiming that my words are fiery daggers

Stabbing your heart repeatedly… Deeper

And deeper in your being.

I listen to everything, numb in my comfortable bed,

Drifting away while you yell and scream

On the phone, miles and miles away

From me


Your insanity killed the last sigh,

The final hope I had for us.

It took everything away from me —

And now you ask for more, as if

The inked words on your skin were a contract

Between the two of us… No,

You don’t own my heart


I can offer you my friendship,

My warm hands and my voice, but

My heart is too far to be reached


Cupid loves playing games with us




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