The War

You are only a memory,

A dream

only real in my mind

I'm in love with a boy I thought I knew.

 Im dreaming with my eyes open,

not really seeing

a world so destructive

that my fantasy is what I'd rather see.

My Arabian knight, 

body covered with armer and on his trusty steed.

A man that would fight for my honor at a seconds notice;

to hold me tight when its needed.

My one true Love.

No, No, You are a figure of my imagination

A ghost that I've brought back to life

just a mirage

He isn't a knight of old.

I am not a heroine. 

But  whenever I am lost you seem find me.

You just wander in,

taking my hand & telling me its all right.

You always seem to know where I am.

Finding me no mater what the cost,

as if we were meant to be.

I am constantly at war with myself.

My heart can't forget you,

Yet, my mind is telling it to move on;

that he never really wanted me in the first place.

 Its driving me insane

I have so many opportunities to do so

but my heart does the talking

and messes everything up.

"I cant give up until I really try" my heart seems to whisper

"whats the point of trying!" my mind yells.

I finally find common ground,

I will try next time, really try.

If he rejects me, then that's that.

I'll be done.

I will move on.

I will be finished with Him.

 

Reviews

[Arrinae]

Wonderfully written. The fear of a one sided love that may or may not have more sides to it than your own eyes see.