Battlefield.

All affection abolished, removed from me as it had become obsolete.  Assassinated now though we were allies once, you shot the arrow that sealed my dreary fate.  Invaded by darkness, every blind turn leads to destruction.  The deserts are filled with life when compared to the desolation that has devoured my wasteland, preying on it from every angle until it was barren.  Annihilated by my own insecurities, even the most remote glimmer of hope becomes a welcome distraction from my despair.  Forced to fight, though you chose to flee, the greatest difference between you and I was your fear.  You left me stranded as you pulled away, creating excuses that were ambiguous and unfair.  Beads of sweat dance on my brow, the sweltering heat from the fire burning voraciously inside me is the light that guides my way when it's pitch black and I am rendered blind.  I walk through the valley of the shadow of death unperturbed by the misery reflected within, as I have been desensitized in a sense by my own rejection of attachment.  Impermanence infects everything from ice that melts leaving behind a watery trail to the loved ones that support us without fail.  Nothing is forever as everything changes and falls apart, all good things must come to an end yet still it's always better to have loved and lost than not at all.  A heart devoid of love is like a soul sabotaged by strife, like the stars without their light, or the unexamined life.  Trust teetered between us as you had never learned to love yourself; blaming yourself for my detriment as though I was only conceived when we first met.  A lifetime of longing was ultimately highly lacking in that it only led me to cross your pitiful path.  Love does not turn away, it grabs a sword and prepares for battle.  My love is never led astray, it perseveres until it crosses the finish line every single time, until all hail the victorious.  Unwavering, flawed but I do not falter as I accept that I am infallible and prone to making mistakes from which I always learn.  The pages of our feigned fairy tale romance seared, caught fire then burned leaving nothing but ashes; each ember testament to the truth that we were never meant to be.  With charred fingers from holding hands that singed every time they touched, I search the remnants of us scattered throughout a cemetery devoted to our rotten love.  I became an impediment to you, a mere thorn you so easily pulled from your side.  Deserted again, as I must now take in stride the anguish that accompanies being repeatedly denied.