The Way We Love

A Life For A Life

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we pυlled oυт all тнe cordѕ, and тнe love we called мυѕιc, ѕтopped.

we ѕeparaтed like a υnғιnιѕнed pυzzle υnтιl we were worldѕ aparт.

we crιed, leттιng тнe laυgнтer rυn cold.

we ѕcreaмed υnтιl тнe leaveѕ ғell вare ғroм тнe нallowѕ. we ѕalvaged, ѕcared тo crow. we leт тιмe ѕυѕpend υѕ υnтιl we were dorмanт ιn oυr growтн.

we were wιnтer; нearтѕ мade oғ ιce, вleedιng ιn тнe ѕnow.
ι crιed, readιng oυr ѕтory.
yoυ тold мe тнaт waѕ тнe мeanιng oғ naтυre...

(Ｆｅａｔｈｅｒ'ｓ Ｐｏｖ)

My tears came in stagnant and slow, soaking his shirt, as Paul rocked me in his arms. I held on for support, as he kept my head from going under. He threw me into the empty cold voids of space and left me hanging without a lining.

Paul looked at sadly, the shame smeared all over his face like the shit he was, "I slept with your brother" he sulked quietly.

His hands moved nervously as he looked past me, "it was....,"he made a feeble attempt to explain.

I couldn't hear anything after those words, because for every action there is an equal or opposite reaction.

All I could do was feel. My lips trembled as I looked at Figs begging him to tell me it was a lie, but his silence confirmed it.

"No!" I quivered, in denial, "you wouldn't do that to me!"I sobbed.

I looked at the faces of the people around me. My brothers with his wide brown eyes, and Paul's slightly shaded greens. I was searching for something that would help me withstand this truth.

"Thanks for telling her, you fucktart!" Figs snarled pushing Paul against the car.

I watched them fight, in this civil war. They faded like the stains on our clothes, they moved driven by the ferocity of their anger. The lines snarled tightly on their skin, like the front lines in which soldiers defend. They wore their heart above their head, like stones; blow for blow.

Paul screamed, Figs yelled, and in grief and death we walked the bloody road. My heart was buried in their trenches, strung out in pain. They pushed, and kicked, exploding like shells, shriveled by the way they hurt me. Paul destroyed us in the wreckage, leaving blood beneath my toes, so I can soak into him.

I looked for the hope of tomorrow like the troops did the tattered white flag.

"STOP FIGHTING!" I screamed closing my eyes.

It was all too much, didn't they know that the devastation of a war hurt everyone?