Love is War

Each interaction

is a game,

deadly competition.

We circle each other,

vigilant,

like feral creatures

looking for an opening,

a weakness,

a place in which

to sink one’s teeth

and hold on.

Who will break first,

look away,

let their ego be trampled?

I am vulnerable

but not helpless.

My weapon is my indifference,

because advantage goes

to the one who cares

the least.

And in this game

of slings and arrows
where nothing is what it seems,

I will bury my heart,

lift my chin,

and always play to win.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post, and not to be taken too seriously.