Put Your War Clothes On

(Written for my Mom and her ex)

I had to get up
I had to get up
And put my war clothes on

Holding on to the
Love zone he created
Leaving my soul
Stripped and
My mental sedated

Walling in my wonderful
World of what ifs
Smoking splits
Losing my pain
In potent potions
That evokes emotions
That needs to be fulfilled by man

The the battle began
Once I met him
Thinking I'd go out
A quick swim
In the shores
Of sensual solitude

Being careful because
The tide was high
Then I looked
Into your
Eyes and
Hypnotized my heart
Fighting it from the start
My brain said no
I tried to go

Covering myself with snow
Trying to grow cold
But sunshine melts
The ice within and
The sunshine begins
And in steps my
Evil twin

Locking the key to my
Pleasure palace trying
To be cruel calculated
And callous

His pursuit never missed
Beat as his rhythmic lambada
Weakened my knees

Me wanting love
And needing time
I tried throwing
On the armor that
Protects the pain that strained
My brain my hope wanted
But he stayed

Pushing and probing wanting
To be my friend pleading
For me to let him in

I needed a friend
Not a man

He said he could understand
But eventually I
Would be his

He was ready to put
It on the line
Taking his time going to
Battle ready for war

But me needing to be free
Remebering the hes
And theys who played
Vicous games walking
Over my heart crippling
My soul running my psyche to
Insanity

Wanting a friend
Was my plea but he wanted
A we

Speaking with positively
While I strove for
Stability he began
His war for my love

And not ready to share my love
But loving him the same
For both of us was ready
For the battle but this was not
A game

But my healing and his
Willing to wait
But fighting to stay

Knocking down the walls
Of my fortress in my
Heart
He began to clear a path
To his heart

But the battle
Was in full bloom
With loving hearts
Fighting in rare form

We both put our
War clothes on