I told you stories about bloody wars ending in glory.
Your favorites were of heroes who went insane or transformed into beasts, stories of death and carnage because you never liked love stories.
So, I armored-up with you. In life, on the screen, and across the table we fought off our foes.
One day, we lay down in the tall, sweet shadows of summer grass. I felt bliss, watching the gold flickering in your dark eyes.
I was sure you were ready to hear my love stories. Instead, you rolled away, and left for someone who didn’t believe in such things.