she had a raging war within her dark black soul. in him, she found solace. slowly withering away as tear gas and destructive bombs of self-doubt invaded her thoughts. the raging war within her, evident on her surface, left scars that stained her frame. he stripped her and exposed her, staring down at her. Beautiful, he thought. Beautiful, he uttered. Beautiful, it echoed, deep into her soul. paralyzing the darkness… silencing the war.
A four letter noun that could mean so much. Everyones experiencing it and many of us have lost it. I don’t care to explore the beauty of it cause honestly somewhere in the middle of it all, it always goes wrong. Jumbled cords of miscommunication tangle themselves with nearly broken wires of trust. Faulty switches ignite a spark of doubt and fears; that emit a flame that not even love can tame. A hazardous lifestyle that many succumb to. When its first found, its like a rare blood diamond that we selfishly try to keep to ourselves and never allow it to see the light. Nurturing it, excited to find its strengths and weaknesses in order to determine its value. Sometimes you lose that diamond. Not for forever but for a moment, and its up to you to change your hiding place or allow the thief to keep the diamond cause you’re too afraid to fight for it back.