death on the battlefield

by Risqué   Sep 27, 2017


You are the cupid I never wanted.
Shooting your arrows across my battlefield
telling me you love me
through the onslaught of your broadheads
I do not want to fight this war

Do
you
not
hear
me
screaming?

My heavy feet carry this exhausted heart
clothed in bloodshead
soaked by misplaced trust and tears
I refuse to wave this flag

Refuse
to
let
you
win

For my love is not something that can be won
It was never up for grabs
and is not yours to declare as a victory
So may it die in the shadow of defeat
Before you are ever able to claim it.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I love the alternating format of this piece.

    • 7 years ago

      by Risqué

      Thank you, it's rather rare that I pay too much attention to presentation, but I found it fit well with this piece.

  • 7 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I agree with Brenda a visually interesting write. It can be quite difficult get rid of unwanted attention especially when it becomes obsession. Milly x

    • 7 years ago

      by Risqué

      thank you for taking the time to read!

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Another visually interesting write. Some people won't take not interested for an answer. Well done with this-

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