In The End

She looked up at the ceiling—
she knew it was over
when she caught herself
choosing
you… or herself
again.

Then it came—
her knees gave in,
her body folded to the ground.
A lump rose in her throat,
tears spilled without sound…

She whispered above—
“Oh God, please help me.
Let my heart choose ‘me’,
my eyes see,
my mind ease.”

She was bleeding through her eyes.

She knew it long ago,
so she kept asking,
and asking,
and asking…

“Am I still your moon?”

Oh how she remembered
when you whispered:
“You were in a war,
with yourself.”
So she kept fighting…
with herself.

She believed
you were her armour…

Until the trench itself
let her take off that armour.
And she saw—
that you had chosen to fight too,
but for a star.

Her mind was clouded—
with sorrows.
Your words kept echoing,
like a broken melody,
like it was never meant to be strummed.

She kept fighting…
as all she knew, you were
the light in her eyes.
And thought, maybe,
if she had fought enough—

you would have surrendered
to her love.
But you kept choosing
a different battlefield.
A different sky for a star.

Until she had lost on her own—
empty-handed,
broken pieces,
bleeding wounds.

But she smiled, and said:
“I never knew you would’ve loved
a star… more than a moon…”
Only if she had known,
only if she knew…

She would’ve shone,
like her…

She knew it was time to surrender.
There were no more battles to fight.
As there was never a war to fight,
just a battlefield
that belonged to someone else.

She realised she kept cutting herself
with her sword—


No…

not her sword.
It belongs to someone else.

She finally walked away
from that field…
Let her soul rise up,
and weep.

And no…
This wasn’t about a battlefield.
Nor the moon or stars…

But you know—
she won the war,
within herself…


and lived.