Wars Fought Between Lovers

I found that vodka would never be more intoxicating, than when stolen from your lips. But you are the worst poison for me, infecting organ systems with just one kiss. It was the fuel that started the wars because it seemed like I lost myself on this fragile line of feeling pain and causing it. These words became wars fought between lovers, who mistaken this life for a combat zone. Incessantly, firing rounds at each other. Narrowly, missing vital organs by inches. Did you really believe all was fair in love when you brought an arsenal to our first first date and placed grenades, instead of your hand in mine? I never wanted us to be at constant war, but more often than not our voices were raised against each other and we found that love was a battle that we could not win.


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