Stalemate

All you do is hurt

The laughter and love is gone.

Yet, she stays.


Mentally, I have left.

I know the consequences of being around him.

But you simply ignore it.

When will enough be enough?


What is left for him to take from you?

… your children?

He couldn’t possibly take that.

We’ve seen and felt the abuse.

So, tell me why… why are we still here?

Trapped in a vicious cycle.

In a war.


I hope for the day we aren’t on a metaphorical battlefield,

Where a war rages on for what seems like an eternity.

If either side moves an inch, all hell breaks loose.

The arsenal is equally matched.

We will forever be at a stalemate,

Until one side either falls or endures enough hits to come out victorious.

The question is will that day ever come?


It pains me to say it but no.

Wars are only ever won when there’s death,

The last man standing comes out victorious.

It’s such a pity you choose to spend your life on the battle front,

Against your will…

I hope one day we can be free,

Together.

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