'Cause sometimes love's a battle field...

this is one of those moments i feel happens on the regular for women. most women are conditioned to care for others before caring for yourself. which can lead to situations like this where a woman 'bleeds out' while attending to (mostly) non-life threatening 'wounds.' well done. very well done.

Thank you very much, Minerva Grace, luv. :-*

Sadly, I believe your assessment is all too correct; however, I also believe this: tis up to us to begin the process of caring for ourselves first when we're in dire straits. After all, if we bleed out, we certainly won't be able to help anyone else then.

Tis essential for us to replenish ourselves then care for everyone else. It's a difficult lesson to learn, but a necessary one, ne c'est pas? :-*

Again, thank you, luv. :-*

beautiful Savaja such heart touching write you are gorgeous, tender and ever so loving and shine in this ink with love Crim

Thank you so very, very much, Crimsin, luv. :-*

Glad I am to have touched your heart. You humble me with such divine praise, luv. :-*

And, you leave me rather speechless...

Sounds like love under fire with you holding up despite those head and heart wounds.  I just hope your friend appreciates the sacrifice.  His damage is relatively superficial. and by all rights he should be attending you.  But there's that title.  The usual priorities don't always hold up, with the stronger (that would be you) taking most of the responsibility.  Really fine work Savaja.  Incoming!

Thank you very much, crowfly, luv :-*.

Very astute recognition of the situation, and sometimes wounds can be pre-existing from other things going on unrelated, simply exacerbated by the battlefield situation.

We muddle through and work it out... ;-p

oh goddess, my meta4ic blood is all-over here asswell.......

bring at'least more secret word of thee

Ahhh, luv ~ :-*

No goddess here, mere woman solely...

I must admit you have me at a loss, luv. I know not what to say to thee.

I would that you know no such loss of blood; I wish not these travails on anyone.

sorry for being overly cryptic...especially
since 'I' know not of my own
'encryptions'...........
'my world' is at a hilarious loss, so
  cosmicomedically lost that 'it' probably doesn't exist.
Must be an existential conundrum, or maybe just A Zen Thing......

you be quite a writer, you be

Ahhh, luv ~ :-*

I comprehend being lost quite well for I live there betimes... ;-p

Thank you very, very, very much, luv, for your words upon my writing. I find them heartening, greatly. :-*

"physician, heal
thyself..."

Thank you, thank you, thank you, dartford, luv. :-*

You brought a rueful smile to my face with this for you are absolument correct.

Ironic, isn't it, that in a religion renowned for doing for others, one of the key injunctions is, "Love thy neighbor as thyself."

People following those tenets oft-times seem to lose sight of that "...as thyself." portion of things. My family certainly did and even though I've stepped away from their fundamentalism, certain things are ingrained.

Your reminder is timely and welcome, luv. :-*

Oh my .. this *is just gushing gorgeous pain Lady*S!
soo givin' you darkened smoochies fer reminding me of the
Pat Benatar song too, tho it captures nowhere close to what you've penn'd here!
Much relate.. & adores your 'wounded by love' stuffs..
blowin' you dark kisses, as I stash this in mah'list
~d

Thank you very, very much, darksighs, luv. :-*

Your darkened smoochies are much appreciated and rather adored. :-*

Thank you, luv, for your commisération.

Dark kisses as well ~ Mmm...you'll have me penning dark works just to receive this luscious wee treasures from you, luv... ;-*

Pat Benatar knows. no surrender, no retreat...

Ahhh, JohnFeddeler, luv ~ :-*

Astute and succinctly summed up. ;-*

delicious irony in dealing with wounds inflicted by the one tending to those same wounds

Thank you so very much, JAZZMANOR, luv. :-*

You have an excellent point, though, to be fair, not all the wounds were inflicted; some were pre-existing adding to the melee, luv. :-p

Yet, the irony remains and is quite pertinent. Your insight is penetrating and keen, luv. :-*

Ahhh, Gabriel, luv ~ :-*

Thank you so very, very much for those hugs of yours. :-*

For those hugs, it might have been worth it to have sustained the wounds, luv... ;-*

Strong edgy ink

Like

Thank you very, very, very much, Granite, luv. :-*

You understood what I was aiming for perfectly. ;-*

Visionary...

you remind me a bit of robert drake (sans penis, of course ltm) and a favourite quote;
"“Loving me will not be easy. It will be wary. you will hold the gun and I will hand you the bullets. So breathe and embrace the beauty of the massacre that lies ahead.”
*
there's such fantastic chaos here that i need to be swept away in the storm of it all...
"While I bleed out
from the shrapnel
buried in my chest "
^^^^
... an exceptional use of brevity, darling oracle, who could resist playing russian roulette with you
xoxox

This is what I really love about poetry. That it only takes a few well chosen, delicately placed words to express volumes. This poem is lovely in its grit and simplicity. 💋

"My baby shot me down." Excellent, Savaja.

The detail and injury placement is thoroughly intriguing here. Thank you.

succinct yet offers a realistic relationship.  perhaps my wounds will help another's wounds to heal.  love your poetry.