Battlefield

Battlefield

The lines are drawn and the pieces of heart are placed on the board
Maybe this time it will be different and it will finally be our time
Retreating from the field time after time, wondering how this could go wrong.

Are you not worth something to someone?
Do you not have some tactical value in this game of love
Or perhaps as you have always known, just fodder for nothing else

Like being stuck in this no man's land as you contemplate it all
A minefield of horrors that no matter where you stand
it is all waiting to blow up around you and leave you wounded again

The battlefield of the heart goes on with each new fight
Perhaps some sense of optimism that you could one day be right?
No, it is the soldier's job to fight, no glory or love is forthcoming

Just the inevitable and once again being left behind
The field before you and as you wonder again what went wrong
This battlefield where you know, you will never win