Love and War

I wear combat boots
Marching into a war that should have ended years ago
But at the end of the day I still unlace my boots with care.
I hang them up for the nights I spend with you.
You said all’s fair and I said no fucking way
The history of war looks a lot like the history of love
So I pull my boots on tighter every time you say
I love you, Kiera.
Because you said you would stop with holding love like it was a threat.
Your troops gathered and one by one they shot promises into my barracks
Shattering the armor I had built up for the last 20 years.
My life spent building great walls daring someone to have the energy to tear them down
Someone to think this land was worth conquering
Veni, vidi, vici
I’ve been defending my territory since the day I met you.
My armory was not equipped to defend the front lines
I retreated, scrambling to maintain whatever territory I could still call my own
But you kicked down the walls of my barracks,
Invaded my trenches,
Ripped off my pants and upon seeing me defenselessness cried
This is fucking Sparta, Bitches!
You ended up on top,
Thrusting your sword into me until I thought I would die.
You took me down black opps style like I was an enemy of the state.
This is war. This ain’t some Call of Duty Modern Warfare pussy shit.
I never knew catastrophe until I saw the nuclear missiles lying behind your eyes
Mushroom clouds clouding the meaning of your words.
You mistook this for a grenade
You saw a time bomb waiting to envelop you in flame
But what you don’t understand is,
You dodged shrapnel that was never aimed at you
You became the causality of a war I never meant to start
And in the end, our love was collateral damage.
A battle field riddled with the bullet holes of broken promises
Of broken barricades. Of broken hearts.
As the dust begins to settle I tell myself
Next time. Next time I will say a farewell to arms