love & war

All’s fair?…
Well here’s my decree,
I take it back:
every apology,
every sympathetic tone,
every inclination ,
that made my heart vulnerable again.

Again with the heartache.
Again with the anger filled stare.
Where is my retribution?
The time lost, the days wasted?

If all’s fair in love and war,
then my pain driven reaction must be justified.
My hate-filled strike warranted.

All isn’t fair
Life is never fair.
And the loathing I have toward you,
will never take the away the sadness
I feel about how unfair it is
that she got what I couldn’t have.

That she was the one who found herself,
in your arms.
Wrapped in an embrace
meant for me.
Replacing the one who had
so longed to
be where she was.

All isn’t fair…
Life is never fair…