A fight

With heavy heart
I step up
my eyes locked on your face
muscles shaking
weary mind,
from keeping up this pace.
We've made our hits
and made deep cuts
with words shaped just like knives,
weariness,
your guard is up
I see behind your eyes.
Yet it's still here,
that monstrous beast,
that lives without a sound,
so let's put on
our boxing gloves
and go another round.
And if you're done
with all this mess,
and you the beast consumes,
then turn around and walk away.
Leave me the empty room.
But until then
for you I'll fight,
and for myself as well,
for without you
fighting too
this life will go to hell.
But if you choose
to walk away
to you I'll wish no harm.
This fight has taken
all of us,
and love and lost its charm.

5.7.2013