The concept of pain is an array of grey
For each person, each moment it may easily sway
Does loving in pain cause war?
Or a painful war cause love?
The answer is never simple as the questions above.
Is his anger his love? Is my silence an act of war?
Maybe he loves me; so doesn't want my body on show.
He said to me 'so many times, but you don't listen and you made me do it.' It wasn't his act of war. It was an act of love that is all sorts of grey and besides if I made him 'do it' was it his act of war at all?
He must have felt pain to give pain in that way so his painful love turned to war, was that OK?
My act of war.
Follow the curfew and walk straight with a smile on my face and eyes that don't whisper the secrets of my heart. My heart that is the battlefield of all I hold dear...
Place the eyebrows right, and keep the gentle face. No one must know. I HAVE control, I will not give it to anyone who wishes to grasp my freedom in the cold bones that run through their hands. My painful war causes love for myself. Is that OK?
Pain must laugh at the perplexity of the situation. With all sorts of grey it dances in freedom and ease. How does pain decide love or war?
Does pain decide love or war?
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Comments4
This is quite confusing.I got lost I'm afraid.
Thank you for taking the time to read. It was written as questions and confused thoughts without structure.
It sounds like an unhealthy relationship? Maybe I’m wrong? This sounds like someone is being hurt
You're right. It's about confused love or what is perceived as love
Powerful
Thank you for taking the time out to read
Loved the sentences in the beginning and at the end....
Thank you for taking the time to read it
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