I was not meant for battle, I think.
I fit better in pictures of long gowns and lounges
of gardens with red blooms
of sleepy afternoons and light laughter
a world of light pinks and yellows.
But darling, this is war.
When the sounds of battle wakes you from your sugar spun dreams
and you must taste your own mortality and steel yourself.
I'll dress myself in long capes and shiny armor
I'll bloom red in my enemies chest.
I'll sleep little but laugh often
(because at least i'll have the last laugh).
Honey, I'm just trying to survive here-
Battle isn't pretty
So forgive me if I cough up blood on the screen.
They watch me when I sleep
they call to me when I am weak
they hang on to my wrists and try and hold me down
but I am not so easily conquered.
I will keep fighting
I was built for for peace
first I just have to fight a war.
