In the midst of war,
Your thin self stands tall
Your expression- determined, strong, brilliant.
And as my sword works on its own accord,
I can't help but look at you.
Your increasing scars anger me; amaze me, but yet,
They make me fall in love with you again and again.
So when I hear a gunshot and your voice,
I see nothing but you.
The sight of you cringing in pain, yet holding your own,
Attacking the enemy just the same
But the bleeding won't stop and you don't seem to care.
When I see him raise his gun once more- aiming at your head
I see nothing but rage.
And what follows is a massacre.
As if by reflex.
Bodies drop like flies
But anger fuels me- it blocks out all feeling
And when the last man drops,
It takes me a minute to realise it's over
So I stand there, wordlessly
But then I see you moving, and it takes moments to hit me-
You are still here. Still alive.
And I can't feel my body
But I can feel relief
My sword- still tightly clenched
Though my mind knows the battle's over
As the sun sets once more,
I see your fragile frame limping
Your leg still bleeding
And you walking towards me
You look at me,
As if I'm the one who just took a bullet
As if I'm the one who could've died.
As if I'm broken.
Please don't look at me like that
I did it for you- all of it
Your eyes well up with tears
Why? Is it because of the pain?
Or because of the blood on my hands?
You hold me close and silently weep
In the chaos of reality,
All I see is you
And I always will.
So please don't cry for me.
Your trembling lips kiss my brow
And you repeat words of love.
Of apology.
But it's not your fault- it never was.
I have sinned and I will pay for it.
But I would do it a hundred times over
Just to hear your breath against my ear
To feel your lips against my own.
So for now, just hold me like this
And drown my senses with you
Grant me this moment of bliss
Before we enter the realms of hell once more.