We should talk.
Put down our weapons,
Bring down our mental shields.
No one wants to take the blame for bringing us down.
It’s a war of words, no one wants to back down.
We are on guard looking for weaknesses
In the other’s defences to strike.
You did this, I didn’t do that.
Tired of all the mental fights in my head.
Playing chess with arguments so that I may move ahead.
It doesn’t matter who won the fight
Because in the end, we both lost.
Love died on the battlefield
Where we tried to settle our differences with weapons of words
That were sharper than any swords.
Limping off the battlefield I wonder,
Was the war over love worth it?
Did we break the peace only to lose something precious
That now is dead and can’t be resuscitated.
Love died on the battlefield.