This standoff is a little more than mutually assured destruction
But a little less than the end of the world so
Maybe we’re just a pair of pistols aimed at each others temples with a frantic finger resting against the safety.
Smiling salvos at the shields we call thick skin, yet denying we ever touched the trigger
Keeping our true intentions encoded in case Snowden decides to show up, and it’s a nearly impossible mission to trick the others resolve into self destruction
Which brings us both to this Summit.
Demands on a table like a menacing centerpiece at a dinner for two with pride on the menu and justice for dessert
But to anyone else watching the exchange it appears the only thing we hunger for is a change.
Starved because we blockaded our harbors, cargo ships stalled with prayers that the embargo is lifted before the contents need to be discarded
Still we’re willing to summon the apocalypse if it means we went down swinging, committed to the fight but convinced that it ends badly for both parties
If i had to guess at why, it’s because we give the appearance of cold hearts.
God only knows how wrong that assumption is when we’ve stockpiled our warmth just to keep from letting our opponents know that there’s a home here just waiting for the all clear signal to blow
I can’t blame my rival though. Because I know better than most how peace talks turn into treaties only to have new alliances ruined by the terms of surrender.
My relationships never survive a campaign longer than a calendar year, and I’m a witness to how swiftly your best weapons can be turned against you all because you let your guard down unawares
See I’m scared you’ll slit my wrists while reaching for the olive branch, even though the sharpest knife known to me is in my grip behind me
either I’ll get the jump on you or you’ll etch a new crevice in my spine when I turn my back on the battlefield
Before i met you i knew well my intentions, fatigues cloaked my figure and I’d never offer an apology to anyone I turned from innocent bystander into casualty
But beyond honoring the barriers built to beat back the authors of my previous bruises, I’m honestly unsure of why we’re fighting.
Why the rules of engagement keep us at each others throats while never allowing victory to find our grasp and why i can’t just drop something atomic on you just to command your submission if I’m already suspicious you’ve got every silo aimed at my capital.
We waste more effort in ensuring the purity of our no fly zones, but I’ve shot down your bombers for every single ship you’ve sunk and once the dust settles it’ll be just the two of us
Staring down the barrel of a gun, praying that the others clip is empty.
Baby do you want power or love?
Are you willing to put aside your proxies and private armies provided I trade you the password to my weapons of mass destruction?
I’ll give you my security if you promise to protect my sanity, because playing these war games alone is a shortcut to madness.
Plus I prefer cooperative campaigns over the one man army routine so let’s make peace, discuss partnering up against the world and revel in their collective surprise at this alliance.
I don’t deserve you.
The radio betrayed the identity of the one i seem to be falling in love with.
See i was layed up with my past
Stretched somewhere between an old lesson and a brand new Jones
Underneath a familiar mistake
When your voice came through the speaker.
Don’t tell your favorite sirens that i stole their credit
But i only heard your call when their songs started.
And if i never knew the feeling of regret and anxiety laced with embarrassment before now
I know exactly how I’ll feel 30 minutes after i write this piece and introduce my feet to their first walk of shame.
Will I ever tell you who I used to fill a void that answers only to one woman’s whim?
I can only hope I’ll be bold enough to keep being 100, never subtracting facts just to ensure your addition to my bigger picture.
But after hearing 3 tracks that you’ve labeled great on your personal scale of musical tastes
I can’t help but feel like every one of these singers wants to play the role of the fates.
Strumming my heart strings painfully
Suspending every palpitation as if reminding me who this organ skips for
And it almost feels like I’m hanging on the edge of every measure waiting to be cut off for my transgression
swaying in another woman’s living room
Wishing I was vibin with a girl I knew little of before a few months earlier.
I don’t deserve you.
But maybe God will overlook this lapse In judgement hoping I’ll make it up to you later.
Or perhaps it’s an omen of everything i stand to lose by keeping my eyes fixed on what’s supposed to be behind me.
I apologize in advance.