In the Battle Fields

You tell me you love me and you run away, seemingly crazed by a moment of honesty. I react and later I feel stupid for falling in your unconscious trap, tired of this game. Time may have changed me but you manipulate your way through it, without repenting, without consideration, without a price. One day you open up and the next you're so gone, but this time the tables have turned and I just don't wanna play by your rules anymore. So if you want me there say you do, act as if you do, be there. If not, I will dissolve you on my own, make you fade from my existence and locked away in the drawer inside my guts reserved for you in spite of my logic, and there you will remain, unchanged and and uninvolved, a mere shadow of what you are with no signs or significance of what you might become. They say that survival instinct conquers all. I will conquer my passion, my memory, my faith of us, because sometimes in war, like in unnamed feelings, there must be rules. To protect our humanity. I am a lover, not a fighter. But I will not surrender.