Love and War

Love is turmoil. She knows this. Her heart breaks like shards of a mirror. The distorted reflection stares back at her. Broken. She cries. And cries and cries. She yells. But all she feels is tired. Tired of the tears. Tired of the fighting. Arguments that never end, 360 degrees of insanity. Dirty words launched like nuclear missiles. When is enough enough, she asks herself. Will love conquer war? It never does. But she holds out hope. Hope is her currency. She sees the best in him. She loves him. But sometimes, his love is so painful it makes her want to crawl into a corner to die. End it all. "It's too much." She says. "I will never measure up. Never." She thinks. "I would love you better." Others tell her. But she doesn't want them. She wants him. Him only. She wants to look into his eyes and know that no one in the world will hurt her. He will protect her always. But instead he is the enforcer of her torture. He protects her from everyone but himself. He wields the knife that cuts her 100 different ways. But she believes in him. So she wraps her wounds up in gauze, wipes away her tears and holds her head high. She will live on faith. On Hope.....