First-Blood

We fight to first blood
But he has no weakness,
It will surely be me who loses.
One way, or another,
It will surely be me who bleeds or bruises.
There can be no lenience
Between me and my lover.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 29th Apr 2021 09:38

Thank you Nigel for your poetic response 🌷

It was a complex situation and not all of which is covered by the poetry, it didn't seem wrong to try and solve the problem within the loving relationship, rather than not solve it or not have a relationship. But eventually the trauma of it got too much for me, I thought we had been sharing that trauma together but there came a point when I learnt that it really was only me hurting. That's when he lost my love.

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Nigel Astell

Thu 29th Apr 2021 01:36

Heartache will heal
it is he
that has lost
your everlasting love.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 29th Apr 2021 00:41

Thank you to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem 💐

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