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Click hereStaring down at my hands looking at the mess I've made,
After 2 years I'm ready to give in and cave.
I'm waving the white flag, I'm clutching my sores,
I thought this was love, so why am I dressed for war?
It's easier to give your heart in love than it is to get it back.
Now I realize going into this I didn't know jack.
I thought if two people got along and had the same mindset, things would be simple
Now your telling me my thoughts and opinions are inconsequential.
Who are you? Woa, are you the one I fell in love with?
Even at our worst times I never saw this shit.
I'm staring in your eyes like you are a dear friend to me,
You looking back wishing me dead like I'm your worst enemy.
Damn how do you love so hard and it ends fucked up?
Just a few months ago we both couldn't get enough.
But now you hate me? Damn what did I do?
Instead of talking it out, you just say do you?
Now I'm standing here hurt and you look back unaffected,
I thought this was a partnership so how is it that you left it?
But I love you, I mean't every word that I said.
How could you piss on our memories? Ugh all I can do is shake my head.
You left me, you left us, damn how could you be so cold?
I thought you would be the one next to me when I grow old.
I have never been one to give up, but I guess I have to bow down and surrender.
I'm glad I got these scars, Now I will always remember.
Sometimes you enter into a situation with best intentions,
Only to find out there are some things your partner forgot to mention.
It doesn't matter if you love hard and accept them unconditionally,
Everyone doesn't have the same definition of love and thats pretty weak.
Baggage can tear through relationships and friendships and cause people to make mistakes.
With every word I type I hope I can relieve the heartache.
I learned that you cannot help save someone, unless they are first willing to help themself.
Even knowing that doesn't change the awfulness I felt.
That's cool lesson learned, I'll leave that baggage here.
New book, next chapter, I wish you the best dear.
Leave the baggage behind? Or look at the scars and remember? Do broken hearts mend or remain fractured? The title Love and War says it all. Who wins?
Love this. love it. can't get back two years...
love the rythum and the truth. love hurts. careing hurts. but love heals. and leaves room for new. nice.