Disturbed lovers

I don’t exactly remember, when I decided not to love you. But I do remember that at some point, I stopped trying to be friends. Not that it was easy, to get away from you after all those years. You cried for my attention when I no longer listened to you. And you haunted me in my dreams, when I started ignoring your reflection.

You were powerful, but so was I.

We have known war, the two of us, and we will always carry the scars to prove it. Not that you or I would ever deny our past.

I did take you down, several times, but my victory was never lasting. Which felt like failure at the time.
Now I know it wasn’t.

I’ll never ask you to be lovers. I’ll never even think that thought.

But please, my love, let’s at least try to take our weapons down this time.

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