Love and War

I break my back to fall in line.
My ribs crack open
And my lungs spill out.
My hands were so busy holding in my heart
That I couldn’t spare to reach out and catch my breath.
My knees hit the ground like two rose petals;

She loves me, she loves me not.

I am fatally wounded now,
And I can’t quite run this time.
They say when you can’t run, you crawl,
And when you can’t crawl,
You find someone to carry you.

Drops of blood drip from my lips.

She loves me, she loves me not.

Maybe I’ll see her soon.

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