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When I love, I love like building armies
With tact, research, and skill
           My love comes to you like a challenge

        Breaking the armistice between us
    Thirsting for conquest and demanding blood

 

         My blood runs hot for lovers
                  Pulsing in my veins like cannon fire
              Shooting upward and inwards
       Catapulting its way into my heart
So you can hear me thumping my chest from the inside

 

When I love, I love wearing armor
    Not because I fear the blows you make
               But because I trust your words

                       will never hurt enough                                                                          to need it.
            I shield my body in chain mail
                      My ego with a broadsword
                      My legs in the knee pads I learned to

                      ride my bike in
            Because above all I am defenseless

                      from letting you sweep me off my feet.
 

                             I love the way I love, because I could never love                              someone better than me.


         Because no man is better than me.


                       Because love means opening up the battlefield                       and expecting a fair fight.

 

When I love I want you to knock me down
       Scar my body
           Show no mercy
              Because love kills off every part of me that is weak
                Only to make what survives stronger.

 

When I give myself to you

It comes with every opportunity
                                                   

                                      To invade my insecurities and tear down
                           the civilizations I have built to justify them
So I can see the fertile ground that always lay beneath.

 

            We are both revolving planets.
Populated by people
      That create to satisfy

             the voids left behind

       when everything we knew was destroyed.

Our history is told through the wars we wage
         

         Because for once we are forced to think about each other
    When we mend the holes left in

    ourselves.
 

                        Love was never about the conquest.
 It's about looking at the shattered remains of yourself and realizing
                              They were always there.


                          But now possessing the motivation
                                    To do something

                                         about them.

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