Don’t worry,
Love.
We’ll always go down swinging.
Fight ’till we die.
& we have.
Jolting awake from a thousand dreams.
We fought.
Bled.
Died.
For nothing.
What is honor,
To skeletons?
Gaping sockets of a skull.
My words matter more,
Than my bones.
My last will,
& testament –
Lies across my poems.
Don’t Worry, Love.
