Dating Is War

[ Lyrics ]

Love’s a minefield, I’m in armor.

Matched on a Tuesday, bio said 'heartbreak poet'—
quoted *my* song like he invented the feeling.
Laughed at the irony, thought, 'What’s the harm, though?'
Till I saw his name in my girl’s last three messages.
Same story, different face—ghosted for weeks,
then slid in with 'we’re not so different, you and me.'
I traced his profile like a case file,
took notes in my head like I’m writing his trial.

He suggests coffee, says it’s not a date,
just vibes, just energy, no need to wait.
I say sure—*my* rules, *my* space,
sit by the window so I can watch his face.

Dating is war and I’m clocking in,
smiles like truce, but the tension begins.
Who pays? Who stays? Who walks out first?
I leave cash on the table—set the terms.

Love’s a minefield, I’m in armor.

He talks slow, calls me 'deep like wine,'
but his eyes dart to my phone every time.
Says he’s 'not like the rest,' pulls out the speech—
'they hurt you bad, I’d never breach.
I stir my latte, don’t take the bait,
let his words hang there, slightly too late.
I ask 'bout his ex—he flips the script,
wants to know if I’ve 'fully been fixed.'

I smile, say 'no one broke me, I just grew,'
watch him squirm like he expected to move.
He says 'vulnerability takes courage,'
I say 'so does walking out at the right moment.'

Dating is war and I’m clocking in,
smiles like truce, but the tension begins.
Who pays? Who stays? Who walks out first?
I leave cash on the table—set the terms.

Love’s a minefield, I’m in armor.

Used to want safety, used to want soft,
used to believe in 'meant to be' talks.
Now I want clarity, now I want proof,
now I flirt with silence, not truth.
He says 'you’re intense'—I say 'you’re surprised?'
I survived two betrayals with dry eyes.
This ain’t a game to heal me, it’s one I must win—
so I don’t let the door hit the skin.

Dating is war and I’m clocking in,
smiles like truce, but the tension begins.
Who pays? Who stays? Who walks out first?
I leave cash on the table—set the terms.

Love’s a minefield, I’m in armor.

Game one: Jasmine.