Love to battle -------------------------------------------
What is wrong with me? Is love really gone so far as to be my friend and foe?
What ever happened to the fairy tales when i was younger when love was completly happy and nothing ever happened to you while you are in it.
It used to be my shield but now its a knife thrusting in and out of my gut as to tease with pain and relief.
I knew it would be hard but it seems like it has been nothing but an up hill climb with breaks at every platue.
The breaks though are very short and most of the time i end up decending instead of going up after every break.
I hate it
BUT!
deep down i think that i love it.
I think that i could say that i love to love and love is a battle. So i love to battle.
(this isnt a poem just thoughts that i had while i was thinking about my marriage)
Submission Name: Love to battle
