Love is a woven dichotomy

The sweetest of fruits and most merciless of storms

On the heart of each palm, pain-salted tears

we all have, share and hold

Under the and sun-kissed days

and moon-soul nights

We choose to maintain our stories

while fighting against the tyranny of life

and its harsh game of glass chess

For which none of us can truly escape

but play to soon become skilled against

Strife's master

So with scarred skin and wounded hearts,

We trudge through rings of Hell

for the mere test of Heaven on Earth

too busy feeling sorry for myself
to listen to them,
my pain hurts others in unforgivable ways,
when can I stop fighting this battle?
coz that's when I can stop fighting them

their trust and love
I don't deserve.
this battle isn't theirs,
its mine

I need to do what's right,
one touch and it's all gone.
then I can stop hiding,
stop fighting
against them.
breathe one last breath
they'll cry for a day,
but realise its all for the best

things will be easier
for them, not just me.
the war I'm fighting- over
I admit defeat

i'm sorry

like sorry can cut it

It's what you do when you care about someone.

You don't just sit back and watch and let them destroy themselves or be destroyed by someone else... You do something about it because you care and you love them.

And you know what? People might say that it's those reasons why they left my life. Maybe I do care too much. Maybe that drives people away, and maybe that means that I don't deserve to have people in my life that stick around and love me the same way...

I don't get the logic, but maybe that's just it. Maybe it's just the way the world works.

So, be mad at me.

Hate me.

Bad mouth me.

Do whatever you want.

Think whatever you want.

I've learned that there's nothing I can say and nothing that I can do to change anyone's mind about me, and I don't think I should ever have to.

Because I know that one day, or maybe never, I'll find people that truly know and understand me and care about me as much as I care about them.

I might never find that.

Heck, maybe no one ever does.

I'm just done fighting for a basic human right.

You could've left, honestly I wouldn't have blamed you.

You could've left, but you didn't.

Instead you drew your sword, fully armoured.

Alongside with me you fought.

Slayed my demons one by one.

When my strenght ran out you held the frontline.

I see you rise and fall, only to rise again.

You fight and you bleed, for me.

My best friend, know that I'm always ready.

Ready to fight for you, I'll slay 'till my last breath.

For you.

I love you my swordsman.