en garde

You draw your sword

When you see I am defenseless

You strike again

And again

This is not love

This is vengeance for an ill

I never bore

I now realize

I do not share your heart

For it is cold

Not the heart of the bold

You care not for others’ meaning

You care not to listen

Instead you just tear and tear

Until this weight I cannot bear

And I ache

To feel some semblance of love

This agony will not be repeated

I am not defeated

I am not defeated.