Champion

If it was an argument, I'd win and walk away with a smile.
It it was a fight, it would be bloody and vicious but my victory would be sweet.
If it was a war, it would be calculated and precise and I would take your flag over slit throats with blood on my boots.
If it was a hunt, the kill would be silent and the skin be my new coat with the head in my trophy room waiting for stories to be rgailed.

If it were anything else, I would come out on top every time.
But this was not the usual clash and battle.
It wasn't about fists, knives, bullets or flags.
This was about her coming back in my life and I had to decide.

No enemies, just entangled love with other.
Now, to her I had to break hearts.
I had to rip dreams, I had to unkiss them, I had to rot hopes.
They wanted what she wanted but she deserved it more.

Why did she have to come back now, at this time.
But I unsheathed my sword anyway and I killed their desires.
This time as I walk to her holding my crown, 
It wasn't rose petals but pieces of broken heart being thrown on at my feet.

Her love costed theirs and this victory was bittersweet.
I cannot unlove but I can love deeper, with her.
The wine in my cup was their tears but she will be in my bed tonight.
I'll make love to her then fall asleep to nightmares of them.

She will kiss my forehead while they haunt me inside.
Slain love doesn't die like soldiers on a field.
It haunts you and all you see is them on their knees, holding their hearts in their hands.
A love I never thought I was waiting on, greater than them all came back for me, I chose but this trophy, is heavy.

I broke hearts to to hers, I ruined lives to live my life with hers.
I can only hope the haunting and nightmares end some day.
One eye sees her smile, the other sees the pain I caused.
A win that cost too much.