The war of hearts
Oh the mysteries of love. Such a wondrous thing it is indeed. Lifting you higher than the fluffy white clouds and then just when the warming rays of the sun dance over your face, washing all evil away from your soul....BAM. You find your magical wings have been snipped and you fall miles and miles down to your demise. But just as you are about to feel sweet release and have left all hope it happens all over again. Its funny, but its as evil as it is the very grace of god. On one hand you will wake up calling out the name of your lover if they aren't with you. But no matter how much of your soul you pour out to them, it will hurt just as much when they won't even treat you like a human being. No matter how much you cry, it still cuts when the words you scream out in your head go unheard even though you hear every whisper their heart lets out. Pain it seems, is the essence of all love. If so, embrace it as there is no escape. The Dead Poet returns.