Words were thrown,
Words meant to demorallize
Words meant to pierce the heart
As a sword pierces flesh.

I bleed where I stand,
Not blood, but salt and water.
Not through veins;
But through eyes
The direct root
To the heart.
Not by her words alone
But also those thrown by me
At her.


Is this love's price?
Inflicting wounds that leaves scars
Unseen by eyes?
It matters not the
Cause of this Civil unrest
Nor does it matter
Who the victor shall be,
For the price of victory shall
Be suffered by both.


Even now, before the final blows
Are delivered.
My heart cries out in pain
Of things I said to her.
Why must this continue?
This unholy battle that's
Upsetting the balance
Of two lives.
Two lives in love,
Each knowing the words thrown
From anger, hurts more than hail thrown
From the heavens.
Why can't we stop it?
It's as if
The Battle has gained a will
Of it's own and knows it needs these
Jabs of hate for it's own survival.
And we are this battle's pawns,
Scraficing all that is good for us,
So the Battle will survive at the cost of our love!
But yet, even as we weary;
I still struggle For that one sentence that
Will Thrust her to her knees!
My decapitation stansa!
Knowing that my victory would turn
Into our funeral dirge!
And our love and trust we Spent half a lifetime
Building, has been set back an ion!