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There need not be a battle for our hearts
nor for wrecking balls to breach the keep
wherein our lonely souls need not weep.

It's all an illusion;
the walls, the smirks and the fake confusion.
The toxic arms race of brutal truths and snide remarks
begins between us only to drive us apart
and leave us broken.

It's an addiction to delusions;
the constant not-meaning-what-we-say and the sacrificial lamb role play.
The dangerous game of supposedly fictional 'what ifs' and alternate endings
leads us further astray and even further away
from each other.

It's an obsession with the familiar;
the inability to trust and the resistance to change.
All our wounds, trauma, bruises and scars
will take time and love to heal if only
we would take those leaps of faith.

There need not be a battle for our hearts
- only battles to live as we truly are :
beings marred, strengthened and united
by our countless imperfections.

I think I will perhaps, instead, marry he who joins me in battle.