His heart is in the palm of their hand,
And they've finally tasted
The pleasure that comes with victory;
The comfort of having control,
But to be a lover and a winner
Is the most peculiar thing -
He held their heart this way
For the longest of times -
They know the fear, the pain,
And don't wish to inflict it
Upon him, despite it all.
It is impossible to pursue, to desire,
Both victory and love
In equal measure -
Most seek something more than another,
But those who seek to love,
They choose it every time, over victory,
Revenge, themselves.
To taste those things shall always be
Bittersweet to a lover;
They are eternally bittersweet to me.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
