The fight is over, I've had my chance

It is with a white flag that I must advance

Bandaged and broken, my head hung low

Love defeated by such a determined foe

I know not whether I've been here before

Cheeks soaked, throat clenched, heart is sore

Advanced and retreated so many times

How am I to know if this is the front lines

Everything dirty, dusty and grey

The white flag harkens my dismay

So little air, such slight reprieve

I look to my memories and try to retrieve

My fist clenched so very tight

You don a smile as if to give respite

A path of tears, and blood line the trail

Footsteps run back and forth, just to fail

Should I have fired the very first shot

Should I have let it fester, and set into rot

The battle worth winning, is worth losing

So I bet it all on what you'd be choosing