Our love is a beautiful war.

Love, 

m.

Love looked like a prison to me as a child

There was food and shelter but not much else

Love, 

m.

He needs her

She is the water for his scorched tongue

But, he speaks a language of love that is foreign to her

Love, 

m.

I stopped trusting because of you

I need action not words

Saying all the right things means nothing

when you've done me wrong

Am I paranoid or am I just getting older

Love,

m.