a random little short story/creative writing/ poem thing
Emotional Warfare
What fools we were to think that we were any different from the rest. I knew she was damaged. But now I'm part of an emotional warfare, and she won't let up for me to even catch my breath. She pokes where it hurts because that's all that she knows. How could I expect anything else from a woman who has only been treated cold?
He hurt her, now she hurts me. It's the viscous circle I've tried so desperately to leave.
But I can't leave what I know. She's now the only place that I can call home.
So I stay in hopes that these things will change. But now I will take full blame. Because all of these things stayed the same.
We were a damaged home of two, that created a damaged home for three. Now my son watches as we bleed. Not from any physical blows to our skin but from the words that are like daggers, cutting us deep within.
He learned from us that true love is pain. Little did he know, broken love was what made us this way.
Her past haunts her and mine haunts me. That's why we've made a home, that now haunts three.
