The battlefield behind you 
tells not of bloodied corpses 
but of poppies;
each poppy a lesson learnt 
from a romance 
or a dalliance.

To navigate this war zone 
you've used intuition and strategy - 
picking up men 
and rationalising your feelings.

Your head leads 
this battalion; 
your heart? 
Merely a lieutenant.

Passion and romance 
have been camouflaged by 
logic. 
When relationships 
no longer provide 
intel for your life 
you kill them.
(It's this pragmatism 
that's got you 
to the final frontier.)

But this battlefield is 
not like the last; 
you can't think 
your way out 
of the trench that is your feelings.

Maybe when they stitched up 
your heart 
they left cracks 
for the emotion to bleed through.

Perhaps a new plan 
of attack is needed. 
Do you disarm your opponent? 
Do you trick your own head?

How will you conquer 
this final crusade?

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