A Casualty of Love


True love is like you're at war with yourself,
So easily hurt, but no one can help.
It takes over your mind, lashes out, leaving welts
On your heart-which inflames, leaving burns you both felt.
So insane, you must think.
This love thing, it's for real!
It pours joy into your soul. It overflows,
Then it spills,
Leaving you, once again, all alone.
No more chills-
For, the war zone you once had is now a full battlefield.
And when you find your white flag, throwing up your surrender,
All the good times you had, you suddenly remember.
Your heart slows, spirit heavy like a block made of cinder-
And you jump back through the door.into your war, with no winner.

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