Hands grasped hard, till fingernails dig into tender palms,
once these hands would hold each other,
no longer do they peruse the bonding of hands,
now they spend more time at their throats,
trying to to control, trying to salvage their love,
however their words are weapons,
sharpened with angst,
laced with spite,
their safety is gone,
no bulletproof smiles,
no shelter from raids,

their battle is fought, there is no peace treaty,
there shall be no prisoners,
the battlefield is everywhere,
the long walk home, the gaze across the room,
it is all the same, the war of words continues,
crowds look in on their arena,
confused, bewildered, by the fighting pair,
this goes on many times,
till faces are scared with tears,
hearts tainted by cruel intentions,
the bond is severed, between two humans lies a wall,
when this is done they collapse into each others arms,
there are no winners, in the arena of love.