The Battle.

Here I stand
Body aching
Lips trembling
Palms sweating
Tired, sick, lonely
Withering
And you stand
Eyes shifting
Fists clenching
Ever the untrusting
Fearful, lonely, tired
My flag has raised
Yours envelopes me
Choking with only
The softest of fingertips
A kiss upon my hand
A wrap around my wrist
I am... Struggling
I struggle to walk
Struggle to stay
You struggle to grasp
Stuggle to give
We struggle to let go
Soon, I will fall
Only moments
Before my body
Becomes one with earth
I will fly
And you will wish you kissed my lips
So you might be able to fly too