White Flag

You've shattered peace, 
now chaos demands submission  
and I am so bored with conflict. 

What can you offer this time? 
Love that has been insincere 
can never be anything else. 

Now you're back with guns blazing - 
shocking me out of the slow sleep of my idyll 
and I have no stomach for war paint. 

But my white flag sits in the corner still, 
my fists tighten and I think: 
There is no neutral ground, 
no Switzerland for you and me.

Author's Note

please be constructive