To live is to breathe
To not breathe is to die
And yet
With every inhale I hope that it's carries
The scent of you

Do you smile at your phone
Like I do
When your name,
My name
Appears on my screen
Your screen?

Bring forth the rite of war!
Rage on, bully, bully!
For forth we ride, on a steed called Heart,
Into the gnashing of teeth between competing lovers.
Your attention, my own, I wish it to be,
Never to let this happen again.

Is this a battle for your heart,
Akin to Helen's heart for Troy?
A war for your love?
What may he fight for, what shall he win?
I shall fight like a soldier of antiquity,
Like a Greecian God amongst Peloponnesian hordes,
For the spot in your heart called
Your one and only.