“Its not you,  it’s me”
Keeps me awake at night,
With the harsh reality that
Its neither you or me,  it’s us;
And we can’t get it right. 
Everyday I’ve fought for you,
Because life has molded me
A soldier,  but it seems that
I’ve become a casualty, by the
Hands of my own lover. 
Haven’t been able to keep myself
Sane, doesnt look like there is
Much room for logic in love.
And at the fault of my own
betraying heart,
I now have to return to being
That soul-less lover.

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