Bloodsport

You don't have to be afraid anymore,

I've made the arrangements.

You choose to leave your heart on the floor,

due to prior engagements. 

There's a fallacy I do believe,

but it's a product of my mind.

Though it's true that I would wither without you,

you're asking me to stay behind.

You don't have to run away every night,

I sold my soul & bought the land.

I'm empathetic to the grandeur of your plight,

as you retract an open hand.

Little moments that I'll never quite forget,

are all a mixture in my heart.

Though it's true that I'd go crazy without you,

there's no hesitation on your part- to depart.

Maybe love is just a bloodsport kind of game,

& I'm on the losing team.

Years from now you'll understand you're all the same,

never able to redeem- or come clean. 

But maybe I'm just bitter- better off alone.

You cast your shadow on my light.

Our time has passed & you no longer can atone

for your monsters in my night.

You're not to blame, yes, this I know is true,

but my anger needs a host.

How quickly loving turns to loathing what you knew,

& you're the one I loathe the most.