the war is finally over
& i stand here counting my wounds that i somehow, inflicted upon myself
i thought we were at war, but i was at war with myself. Wanting so badly to be with you ended up making me want & appreciate myself.
I was at war between what i wanted & reality.
You wanted that & i wanted this
This was perfect & that was complicated
That made you smile but this made you worry
This could have been amazing but that was convenient
My sword cries with defeat
My shield's scratches burn with embarrassment
My war gear ripped into shreds
Ive lost the battle, but.....Ive won the war =D
i lost you, but i think myself is a better prize.
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