War

For her...

Lies of night and love of day,
Acquiescence in the bay.
Take his life within your hands,
And slice it! Dice it! Kick his stand!
He's not as hot as once before,
His skin so dull, and sex; a chore.
His heft not much, though never great,
Yet now you're crushed beneath his weight.
Writhing, passionless and without care.
You no longer think there's something there.

For him, however,

That emotion that's been there for years,
Burns strong, he knows she doesn't hear.
His love for her remains unchanged,
Despite deceit, he's in a cage.
He knows he's fat, gluttony in sin,
But hoping the girl loves what's within.
After all, that's what they say,
He's let go, none to impress to day.
Yet now, he feels respite...
His chest...getting far too tight.