Armored

if i could turn back the arms of the clock when i was armed for the fight
i'd tell myself it wasn't worth it
when i wasn't believing a word you said, at least i got one thing right
i know now fondness should never be a plight, or a traumatizing event
that keeps you awake for years all night
you won this war and kept your distance, coming out unscathed
you could say i barely made it out, reappearing as such a sight
and i still shake just hearing your name


it was a battle of words, and you used hardly any at all
you walked away just the same
looking back i am worse off than i was this time last fall
maybe due to the fact that all the time in between was used to retrace every step
but i've come to the conclusion only in the aftermath did we do anything adequate of regret
well i mean that just is unless, 
you too would take back the extent of vulnerability and bounds of intimacy we both transgressed
for i am still tending to and mending these injuries and wounds
i am conscious it's been two years, but i really hope to heal soon
i guess it's just hard to feel at all protected, when you left my home in ruins


if there was comfort no one on this earth could ever care for you as i do
there isn't any longer, on the behalf you took the part of me that could care for anyone along with you