Take No Prisoners
All's fair
in love and war
but what if love
feels like war?
Nothing seems fair
these days.
Are you all about the conquest?
With my take no prisoners attitude,
leaving us only with bandaged breaks,
splintered sprains, black eyes, flesh wounds.
This idea of fairness
instilled by my parents,
the 3-year old in me
still refuses to share.
You, the solo act, a one-man band.
Why am I here?
All the oxygen's been sucked out of the room
not even a candle to light our way.
November 20, 2015
prompt: idea poem
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