Battlegrounds I

He broke me. I broke him. two people connected by an invisible force thrown together at the wrong time, bringing chaos amongst themselves, the anger, the frustration overthrew them, they saw not what the other was, they craved for the other to be someone else. Yet they remained, tied together by unseen bounds, tempting, enticing each other into the mess of confusion and chaos they had created. They were compelled to be with one another, almost naturally, yet obligatory, He was a writer with no perception, she was a lost soul with no direction.

Through the battles, they fought against each other yet for each other, nobody could understand this inconceivable bond, the unexplainable attraction they could not relinquish. She once desired freedom and he stood down, he fought for her return, she ran. She stopped running and turned for surrender and he was no longer there for her.

She went searching for another, and found a man, who was a clear mistake from the second they met. He fought once more and succeeded, in the battle to free her, he also damaged her.

She lay broken, helpless an unfeeling mass of sorrow and pain. He stood by her, nursed her wounds and heard her words of anger.

She gave in to him, but the confusion of the past, the words that were so effortlessly spoken before ran through her mind, her paranoid perception of others’ thoughts became her reality and she lost her mind indefinitely.

He, struggling with her indiscretion as well as his, woke with a heavy heart, this life he fought so unwaveringly for is not the life he imagined. This woman, though initially so capturing is now no more alluring than a stranger.

They argue, less often but more intense, she cannot handle the person she has become and neither can he, he abandons the battleground and seeks a field not ridden with bloodshed and war. She is left wandering the battleground alone, a shadow of the person she was, a small piece of the person she aspires to be. Gazing upon the ruins of the past, she questions why she fought so vigorously for something that could never be, Why she didn't embrace the beauty of the present. 

This battlefield was once an Eden, the green grass has long since been burnt, the blue sky now to a mass of grey smoke, debris litters the ground, each step a reminder of what she has done to herself.

There are places, damaged beyond conceivable repair, her mind, torn apart by lies and deception, some his, some hers. Her heart, once sheltered was thrown out on her sleeve to be shattered into pieces too delicate to piece together through watery eyes. She walks to avoid the trenches, holding her head high, seeing her world healing slowly, but sometimes she falls and cannot find the will to get out.

Surrounded by decay, broken memories and wasted time, a wonderland in ruins is the world she lives in now, unsure of when, how or if this world can regain its former glory.