In love, there is war.

A war of who is right and who is wrong.

Who is romantic and who is not.

Who is selfish or selfless.

War in Love.

Where daggers fly from the mouth piercing through the heart of love.

Where words contain venom that makes numb.

Turning what was once love into sheer hate.

Freezing warmth and breaking trust.

War in Love.

Where tears fall like rain and washes memories like  lava.

When all that was once dear is what is you now fear.

A feeling that was so true and pure becomes poison with one antidote.


All is fair in love and war.

All is blurred when it comes to war in love.

War in love, there is no winner.

When the hearts at war were once in love.





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