War of Love
By: Allie Short
I enjoyed those months when the sun warmed the days
and you warmed my heart, igniting all of my senses.
I spent most of my time waiting in a pool of bliss,
blind to anything peripheral.
I thought it would be for the better.
Then I met the blue jay, the fervent hue of my heart;
how it sits heavy upon my sleeve.
But not a drop does gravity pull from my soft eyes,
although it is hard at times,
and trying to breath steadily is a war.
Oh, how I fear that the white flag has already been thrust by
you, my opponent. What a traitor you are.
Is treasure or tol to be lost?