I’m trying to win this battle not even thinking about the war.
Fighting in a combat where there’s no telling what is in store.
Shells are falling all around me creating damage beyond repair.
Explosions shattering feelings making it hard to show you care.
Underneath it runs a current always swift and deep.
Invading my subconscious depriving me of sleep.
Directing all my dreams each and every night.
Pulling me right back into a never ending plight.
It is a fierce struggle between anger and affection.
But it never seems to sever this intense connection.
Assembling my regiment weapons all in order.
Preparing for this altercation to protect my borders.
Strategic planning for the battle that will ensue.
All my most cleaver tactics I will use on you.
Scheming and deducing analyzing every move.
Manipulating your mind so what it wants I choose.
Underneath it all this feeling ruins all my plans.
I can not take action and end up sitting on my hands.
Is it a surrender though I fly no white flag?
To simply leave you be even if I think it’s sad.
To turn my back on this battle but not really retreat.
Because my enemy is really my friend that is so sweet.
Maybe someday in the future you will come to understand.
That precious is anything you do even small as a grain of sand.
There really just is no way to ever win this war.
So I will stop fighting as there is nothing to fight for.
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