the damage

my first days were a red sunset 

turned cold and I

woke to roaring thunder

I have fond memories of them apart

the rest i don’t recall,

were you ever lovers?

the battles were my war

the battlefield was home

he taught me strategy

surrender your soul

she taught me flight

a strung out dance

and a heart bound by stone

they say it’s post traumatic

I say it’s all I’ve ever known

but you

you might be the one to show me 

that pain is meant for feeling

thoughts are meant for speaking

happiness isn’t meant to be fleeting

nightmares are only meant for sleeping

and love isn’t meant for leaving