#warriorpoetry

I guess -      I’ve got a lot to explain.

I guess -      I’ve grown to used to the noose,      Forgotten and foolish.

And I guess -      I’m sorry for leaving when I did,      Where I did, how I did,      And more importantly,      Who I had.

So I ached in -      Fleeing from forever atop assumed ice,      Breaking far more than I’d ever been broken.      I languished -      In becoming the hammer I’d always avoided.

It was -

A preemptive strike; Wrenching forth her reaction As something pitched, blunted contact, Near my left eye.

It was also -

An obnoxious rage upon an Already war-torn floor; Moat wrought debris, Mixed lunacy, wicked arm, her side, And disregard, the apathy, mine.

So I heed Sun-Tzu’s advice, The part about rivers, or realizations, Perhaps both, But knowing for sure, That her forces were superior.

I retreat.

I flee. I bolt. I plea, for a taxi, My very own white knight, And escape from an Already asylum, I do. I must.

At least, And until tomorrow’s fortune-told Escapade begins again, After empty sorrows spread, After “I love you” lies once more. This will be our game.

For some time. However,

Eternity, we eventually beat.

Arrogance makes “good bye”         So much easier.              It’s not that I didn’t care about you.              It’s knowing              You’d never actually care about me.              More importantly,             It’s also knowing              I’d never let you know just that.

Thought I was feeling “age” tonight.

I was wrong.

Dust off.

Back at it.