Prepared for war
He regretted the letter soon as he sent it
But not because he never meant it
His head wasn't correctly placed
Thoughts incorrectly spaced
Visions of her briefly replaced
Now reinstated
The nature of war is changed
But war it remains all the same
So resumeth the strange entrancing
Dance of the prey-predator tango
As they navigate the battlefield
She fights to recapture a fleeting love
His uncertainty cancer to her chemopathic combatantry
They clash, raking away at the layers
He realizes he was running
Not only from her, also in fear of what he was becoming
Something, but what thing?
Y(Why?): His nature is to question
Her nature is to nurture
To nurture his curiosity
The answers she will search for
To fix the hurt he'll work for her
His will reaffirmed, he enters the storm calm
Her distress to him: severe emotional napalm
Aware of his wrongdoings, he enters the fray strong
Chemical fires burn, but he takes it and moves on to her
Holds on to her
Abandoning self, he transforms for her