Winning at Losing You

My cannon is heavy with heat,
Aimed steady, directly for your heartbeat.

My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room,
Only to be swallowed alone by the fumes.

Perfection from the lens of their eyes,
Clouded fog flows thick through our skies—

You and I, fire and ice,
Mutual pleasure fueled by sacrifice.

With a simple match, you can be set free,
My warship will sail south through this debris.

I can manage the burden of winning this fight,
Your spirit will heal by daylight.

Though mine may never quite breathe the same,
For victory is only satisfying without pain.


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