Monday, December 21, 2009

our war

I’ve worked so hard
for a pittance of your heart
a fraction of your soul
fighting, clawing, gnawing
covered in blood and tears
my flesh ripped open
while you depredate my being.
my friends tire
of bandaging my wounds
only for me to return
from your battle
my spirit deflated,
my body more bloodied than before.
I wonder why you won’t put me out
of my misery
when you know I cannot do it myself
rather than continuing this torture
you seem to feed upon.
one final, decisive blow
is all that we would need
to finish this raging war
between us.
I beg you to take mercy on me,
your love, your enemy,
and end this hurt.

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