Always at war.
With myself.
With you.
With versions of us that may not exist.
Avoidance of the ones that do.
Crushed by the weight of unspoken words.
Shared dreams.
Broken promises.
Unconditional love.
And loathing.
Hand-in-hand.
Forever intertwined.
Letting go…of holding on for dear life.
A moment of silence.
For everlasting peace.
I am not who I used to be.
And I never was.
