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


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


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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  • 9 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    I love the alternating format of this piece.

    • 9 months 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.

  • 9 months 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

    • 9 months ago

      by Risqué

      thank you for taking the time to read!

  • 9 months 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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