peace, love, war
but what about heartbreak,
or maybe that is the war.
blood; worry, pain,
are those the words you thing of for war.
pain, suffering, heartache,
are words to describe a broken heart.
are they not similar words with similar meanings.
i thought i was heartbroken,
but then i realized i was just in a battle.
a battle that was me against heartbreak,
a battle that i was losing.
i thought i had it all under control,
until i got shot once, twice, a third time.
until i was on the ground,
begging for death to take me.
but death is not merciful,
instead it kept me alive, to suffer, to cry out in pain.
i reached for my weapon,
but instead i found broken pieces of myself,
lying all around me.
arms, legs, all scattered about,
except for my heart.
that which was in his hand,
it was his weapon all along.
i had given my ultimate weapon,
before i knew of the war i would face.
Ive tried using my brain, my body, to fight back,
but he is unwilling to give my heart back,
only to throw it aside for it no longer held any use,
only to cause me eternal pain.
and someday i know i will find a hidden bomb,
but instead of using it to fight back,
i will use it to turn the entire war onto myself.
and the battle will be forever lost.