We both desire I stop writing poetry about you. You: because it ruins the carnival mirror distortion you used to trick everyone into believing you were as spotless as the military uniform you wore.
Me: because I am tired of carrying around the constant reminder of the war you caused inside of me. My healing bullet wounds are a reminder of the pieces of me you destroyed that I will never get back. The metal fragments, having permanently imbedded in my head.
I'm praying my poetry is the surgery that will heal me.