Love can be a magical atmosphere.
But through my lenses tragedy occurred.
Our images tell different stories, but we considered the fight
That made this battle almost worth it.
The shouting and heartache became music to my ears,
It became all I ever knew.
Creating wounds that will scar my humanity for a lifetime,
And words that continue to linger through my essence.
Our skin rubs against one another,
But this time burns like fire sparking along surfaces.
I try to surpass this ferocity to cherish any last reminiscence of happiness,
But it seemed even when I faked a smile, I could never grasp the true meaning,
Of love.

He’s left me in dismay of what life is supposed to be,
And created a world of malice.
I rest my eyes at dusk, nervous of what tomorrow will bring,
Of what the mind will develop for his actions today.
If I could experience love of perfection like within my dreams,
I’d remain asleep for a lifetime.
But reality is like a trap that won’t allow you to escape disaster,
This brawl has weakened my limbs and drained my affection.
I understand that we fight for the ones we love,
But sometimes you cannot win the battle being fought.