Enemy

You are your worst enemy

At least I know I’m mine

A constant raging battle between my heart and my mind

The Calvary gets called anytime my heart gets attached 

My mind knows my hearts expectations 

And those can never be matched

A constant fight of second guessing 

On the front lines she sits 

Taking every bullet and every single one hits

She’s been through a lot and I know I tire her so

But I can’t help her, even my mind is telling her no 

Too much love and acceptance comes from that part of me 

I just wish people could see that I need more than just “I’m sorry”

When she gets shot down it’s not simple or easy

She bleeds in straight misery for what feels like eternity 

A lifetime of sadness I slowly patch up the holes 

She’s broken and bruised but she never loses her soul 

She keeps reaching out hoping to get love in return 

But the shots fired back do nothing but burn

I wave the white flag in hopes she gets peace 

But it’s never far off that someone comes and they leave 

She weeps and she cries 

My mind trying to console

But nothing really hurts like that, it truly takes its toll

I wish I could help her, stop her, or warn her 

Those words fade away as she sobs in the corner 

My mind tries its hardest to find the right remedy 

But it’s nearly impossible

When you’re your own worst enemy 

Responses

  1. I read your words and felt the war —
    the quiet ache behind each metaphor.
    That heart of yours, so raw, exposed,
    still dares to love when the doors have closed.

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  2. I absolutely adore your poems. The poems speak to me as a comfort to the hurt as we delve themselves into intrinsicality of the effect of interpersonal connections. We as individuals are only human at the end of the day but being human doesn’t mean we can share or understand each other’s thoughts and feelings mutually. This poem shed a beautiful light on what someone may be thinking or feeling to those who may not understand or yet to learn the uniqueness of humans and self-creation of introspection. Beautiful poem, again. I am looking forward.

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