Love had always been war for me,
Even though I know
In love there are no winners, only losers in the end if you choose to go to war
But I don't know if love is war for me
Because I chose it to be
Or if that's just the way it finds me.
I can tell you though
That despite being the strongest warrior
Most able for battle,
I always lose.
He wins over me every time, always beats me to the punch, even when I'm not trying to fight
And walking down the straight n narrow,
He always wins
I ask myself what have I done to deserve
Such incessant overwhelming defeat
I know I'm no saint, but are my sins in this life really worthy of such repeated heavy blows,
Or am I still suffering from the residual sins of a past life, thus my penance?
All I DO know is
I have to celebrate my victories, no matter how small,
Even though love shouldn't be a battle and even though he always wins
That's why when I saw him last night with another, even though I felt a piercing dagger in my heart
I can console myself in the fact that
She wasn't very pretty at all...
And smile.
