When I got into my first relationship, my mother awed with me and lectured me that first heartbreaks hurt and that even though we've been only dating a week I should always have my walls guarding for potential acts of terrorism
But I didn't want to protect myself, to encourage war
I didn't want to play a game with someone and have them fall for a lesser version of myself
If he wins the battle, he will break my heart but not the heart of who he thought he stopped loving
And no,
No, I don't think about the types of medicine you have to take for a little while until your shattered heart regenerates from the PTSD
I think about how he smiles at me when I say something sweet like every bullet is a flower instead
I think about how he makes me feel warm and safe when his palm caresses my cheek like grass-covered trenches the children play hide and seek in
People are raised and taught to protect themselves
We are taught to think of pain and to avoid it instead of risk everything for a change
It might be naivety, or I might be wise, but love should always have the opportunity to be pure without bombs to tear down borders
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PoesieA book of poetry by an amateur who is trying to get back into writing novels like I used to. This story will never be completed because this holds the words I needed to get out and will always be my poetic diary. Ignore my annotations, I want this t...
