Unarmed

You took me on in a swordfight 

I went in unarmed 

I came out suffering fatal cuts 

And you came out unharmed. 

“I never meant to hurt you,” you say. 

But I don’t understand. 

You cut me over and over  

Before I ever raised a hand. 

As a girl, my parents had a love 

Eternal and Iconic. 

Two types I had from being with you 

Maternal, and ironic. 

I learned to love my children 

So that they could love with might 

But all I ever did with you 

Was learn to fuss and fight. 

Perhaps you never loved me 

And that would explain why 

I’m sitting here with stab wounds 

And no fear if I should die 

I gave my all to love you 

In the end, that was my life 

If I find love in someone else 

I pray they have no knife.