Emotional Fallout

I don’t need life to be easier but it could be a bit more kind.

No piece of peace for me, but a cease fire sure would be nice

For the war in my mind.

Well, love bombs tend to lead to nuclear fallouts.

Attack or reaction? I began to have my doubts.

I may be up in arms, in my defense I will surrender.

Red flags at half mast, my white one waves in all its splendor.

Bruises only show that skin you touched is healing,

My only mistake was listening to what I was hearing,

Believing blame cast my way just for having feelings,

Couldn’t put my finger on what it was I kept fearing.

If love is a battlefield well, what’s the death toll?

If living ain’t easy we have no choice but to fight.

They say all is fair only when in love or in war,

But you know what’s fair ain’t always what’s right.

I admit, I slept with the enemy in my own cold, lonely war,

Crossed lines and conquered allies before I stormed the shore,

Explored gore that I abhor to trade pistols for the peace corps,

Love and war there is no winning, can’t play this game no more.

So put down your weapons though I’ve not called a truce,

The greatest win you’ve given was proof I’m no coward.

Strength I sought to prove hung me on a gentle noose,

Victory is here now, not even you can steal my power.

I tactlessly tried to track down a vapid validation,

My body an uncivil war within an unprepared nation,

Of hate and greed turned to apathy and hesitation,

Funny how my surrender became my salvation.