Comerades. Lovers. ENEMIES.

This poem is dedicated to Meg and Conor

They say that all is fair in love and war,
The bullets echo for eternity,
Crimes against humanity; Crimes against the soul,
It builds us up and breaks us down.

“I love you once, I love you twice”,
Battle cries dawning from archaic man,
“I shall say again that I love you thrice”,
Daggers and arrows. X marks the target.

But here we are, one day forward,
I guess you could call it...
A ceasefire between the soldiers,
In a game of chess, reserved,
Only for the toughest.
Hostility is dead; It’s a wonderful life,
But like a volcano ‘tis on’y dormant,
It sits there waiting,
Hour by hour,
Second by second,
Minute by minute...

Then we’re back to square one.

The bombs start dropping,
We all start crying,
The ricochet of our ammunition affects the others we “love”.

We get closer, and nearer,
To our empires defeat.
We made each other who we are.
Comerades; enemies...
Loving each other to death.
We are the bullets.

Our love is the gun.