Are you at peace, with the war between us;
How many more battles must we begin?
We fight a war neither of us can win
And while it would seem that this is obvious
Still instead of feelings we create fuss.
Yet I am drawn in, much to my chagrin
Long before I can take it on the chin
I say words, feeling as though I am just.
Those words come back to haunt me even now
Long after it has finally ended
There after I have made a solemn vow
To take time, until my heart is mended.
For loving just to be loved in return
Like playing with fire, it hurts when it burns.