In the middle of the night
Life catches up to me
My heart is both hunted and hunter, yet I stay in one place
None of these poems are about you
All of these poems are about you
Looking across the battlefield
I see many hearts, some still beating for me
Fallen soldiers, which way did your body land?
When I recognized that you did not serve my soul, I left you
I left you with respect and hoped the best for you
At least I do not call you spiteful names
Nor do I reject the lovely moments we shared
I do not fire hurtful words at you to make myself feel more powerful
Even as you show me how small your mind is
