love and war

Loving you, was like loving a war. Once the final shots were shot and blood covered the ground, we couldn't even recognise each other. Our bodies became maps of destruction and pain, our tear stained faces the aftermath of a world at its end. All it took was a shot right between the eyes for us to realise how deeply poisonous we were for each other. Loving you was like loving a war, and I just couldn't fight anymore.