A war fought with no weapons,
Gloves off, no helmet,
Bare knuckles, fully exposed.
Its main enemy is fear.
Underestimated, with its welterweight appearance.
Fear invokes an image of smallness, meekness, weakness…
But it’s smart, quick, and packs a mighty blow.
Shapeshifter, constantly changing its appearance.
Cunning, master manipulator.
Fear disguised as passion, desire, strength…
All in the name of fear disguised as love.
Love is patient,
Focused on the war rather than the battle.
This bout consists of 12 rounds, lasting forever if things go as planned.
Fear, quick and cunning, forms a tight grip,
Its style is more that of a grappler,
Fighting dirty, doing whatever it takes to hold on.
Control is where it finds its power.
Scrappy as it is, not afraid to poke your eyes and impair your vision to keep you under its guise.
All in the name of passing itself off as love.
Fear, passing as strength.
Afraid to let go of the past,
Past happiness, past hurt.
Afraid to move on.
Keeping its grip, its control, its power.
sensitive to the touch.
Its last bout with love knocked it on its feet.
Not realizing its last opponent wasn’t love at all,
But rather another component of fear.
Yet, the prospect of another fall,
Too much to handle.
Fear, under the guise of love, dealt a might blow.
In a tough exterior.
One wrong move could do permanent damage.
Love locked down.
True love, is open.
Without an agenda, void of expectations.
Void of fear,
Of giving, without receiving the same in return.
Not afraid of confronting the truth,
Looking fear in its face.
Not afraid of letting go when intentions are not pure.
Stripped down, bare knuckled,
What you see is what you get.
True love, honest and pure.
"I love you"
More than a trite phrase,
Strings used as a method of control.
But a walking testament of truth.
Not proven through words,
Not proven at all,
But seeping through the pores,
Evident in all actions.