Modern Warfare

There are wars in me that i didnt start
but i go to them, half armed
because i dont want to hurt
my demons as they all look
like the person i loved.
i fell in love at 3 am, not one 3 am,
not like ill say it was the 20th of march,
no, it was many 3 ams and it happened
gradually, and we both knew as our
fingers were making their way to
each other, and our hearts were somehow
dying to get buried in each other's chest.
It happened all along, when we knew the
answers before asking the questions
when details never mattered,
but her details did, still do,
i saw her as an angel,
but you in life you meet people
who are demons,
who have demons and they dont
even know, they are broken
and they think it's a disease,
they break hearts, they make you
weep and label it a condition,
they say they can't improve,
maybe they can, at least i
think they can change but
they have settled, nothing is
more unlikely to change
than a stubborn human
who thinks nothing is wrong
with them, now i go on wars with her,
my legs grow huge from the weight
of her darkness leveled upon me,
scarred and marked from the lashes
of her malcontent, but they are victory
marks, they are war marks that
are born out of a love story,
of a coward and a lover.
An angel who fights demons,
and never defeats them