How could she have made you feel so defeated

When it was she who rose you up and made you from some unthinkable boredom

Of a life un lived and a body unloved

Of a hope for something better and bigger than anything you'd had before

And how is it she still tears you down

When the flames have already cooled and the smoke is supposedly already cleared

You aren't blinded by your feelings anymore

But the fire has had a lasting impression on your heart

As if you can't breathe anymore without thinking of the pain

So you swallow the cries of agony

Pretending you are nothing

Trying to find some closure in the idea of something that was so close to being brought to life it literally sprouted wings

Until someone clipped them right as they were to Appear on their first flight

And you realize it was she, the same one that gave you the idea to fly

The hope to survive

That shot you down and tore you from the sky

Ripped you from her chest

And robbed you of your happiness

In short, how is it that you are defeated, you who had so much to give and gave it in such little time

I don't know what love is

And I don't think I will ever know again how it feels to be burned

For this time I will make sure to protect my self and my heart

And finally take heed of the words

Duck and cover

From my love

My defeater