War and Love

My words are Magick or so it’s been said, holding a beauty far greater than my looks.

When powered by emotions they are of sonnets, some even published in books.

But, when fueled by anger, they weaponize into a thing even God himself, and I fear.

Without hesitation they fly from my mouth, impaling chests as if made from a sharpened spear.

My words can cause mass destruction one equaled to an atomic bomb causing complete genocide.

Killing anyone who dares to get close, for love and I weren’t meant to coincide.

FUCK BURNING BRIDGES.

My words are greater I ignite and incinerate entire villages

Spewing from my lips polluting anything caught int’s path for generations as if I spoke fluent nuclear spillages

My dialogue is deadly and will not back down, my words will fight nearly any battle.

As I speak it becomes scripture, it designates bombs that makes Heaven tremble and rattle.

But when it’s you I’m faced to battle suddenly I become caught in a smoke screen.

You shoot daggers from your lips spilling blood that won’t come clean.

BLOOD.

My own blood, spilled on my own hands.

Your words distort me as if I’m on foreign land.

Opposing opponents stand no chance for I can beat every strategy.

Never have I bowed to

TRAGEDY.

Nor succumbed to

CASUALITY

But here I stand in line and let your bullets fly, on my own amp I gag.

I cease fire, to my knees I fall no weapon I hold but only a white flag.

I cannot, I will not battle you. To you my fight, my war, and my heart I completely surrender.

I’m no militia when it comes to you just a civilian casualty shot dead by a repeat offender.

When you said “I love you” I shook my head.

While smiling and bleeding I honestly said.

“I love you more”

Now with my heart and time all bleeding out, things coming to an end,

I whisper it once again…

“I love you more”

Nothings fair

Not in love

And not in war.