Still Standing Strong

A Poem by Michelle

You make me feel like I'm the only one.

Like I'm your sun, moon, and stars.

I love the feelings, the butterflies created.

When I am with you, nothing else matters.

Jealousy rages, friendships are torn.

Through the flames and the sparks, we will stand strong.

Together we fight this never ending war, this ongoing feud, this sickening rampage.

No words to describe the indescribable.

No definitions to those indescribable words.

What's left to say about our battle?

The history books show off our story.

The blood drawn and lost will never be regained, it will only be re-taught.

Before the storm, the air grew chill.

The clouds compressed and contracted and grew gray with thick, heavy depression that only a poet could diagnose as beauty.

The two creatures that roamed with their armies, searching for each other, paused in silence with great awe, for they felt a sudden link unable to be put into the simple yet bewilderingly confusing words of the cruel English language.

With a sudden flash of lightening, that signaled the first blood, the war began.

The start of destruction.

Bodies mangled, needless blood shed, violence and hatred motivated from love.

Each team was fighting for their captains; each captain was fighting to find the other...

Then silence.

Then stillness.

Both players were gone, both sides had lost, and all that remained were the two leaders of each region.

The flash of lightening and the boom of thunder returned; the one that had signaled the start now signaled the end.

The woman, the man, they knew each other but from where?

These two lost souls had fought for each other and now they had rediscovered themselves, for the first time, enslaved in the body of another- their significant other.

With dark, red blood still dripping from his wounded body, and her body bruised and beaten, they walked.

In awe yet again, these two entities felt- they knew someone else was left out in the world after their gruesome war.

They both searched for each other, while not realizing that is what they were searching for.

Few inches away now, they stood.

His proud, tired self hung limp, creating a monstrous shadow draped on the blood drenched soil.

Her slim, petite silhouette sat kindly next to the monstrosity of a man before her.

They moved closer, with whatever ounce of energy and power that their decrepit bodies could assemble.

He grabs her waist and pulls her close out of impulse, out of passion.

She wraps her fragile limbs around his neck and the only two people left in the world finally understand.

They feel the magnetic force pushing them together strongest now and with no sense for thought, the last two people on Earth kiss.

His velvet tongue weaving around hers...

Soft lips pressed with a tender love and care.

She longs for his warm, worn flesh on her own torn skin.

He needs her love and admiration.

They were both cold souls without purpose and it took the battle to heat their existence to its boiling point.

They make sweet and memorable love,

In the battle field,

Between both sides.

After the storm, the clouds cleared and the sky was shining, reborn, like the feather of the blue jay that is dropped in the clear springs of freezing water that bites at the surface of your skin and seeps through your pores to your core.

The corpses turned to lush grass and the blood had turned into fields of delicate flowers dancing in the wind, reflecting -like mirrors- the passion from the strongest of wars.

The only two people left in the world were still standing strong, after their war.