Love vs. War

The morning sun was heating up the air and even the birds were perched between the leafy shaded branches of the tree just outside the window.

The tension between us settled over the house like fine dust that floats in when everything is tightly shut; the doors locked and the windows latched, yet it creeps in, silently living only to resonate the emptiness of a home without humans. Making a place just that little more lonely.

The colours of the world around me sparkled with dazzling blues and greens without the hint of a cloud littering the sky.

Between us, were the most beautiful flowers of amazing deep purples and crimson reds. Their petals, freckled with yellows and oranges, stood open wide in a monument of natural beauty, as long as you don't take the acidity of the environment they were in - it wasn't pretty.
But neither were the things we said to each other.
Poison dripped from our lips and soon the venom was coursing through our veins causing our normally timid yet passionate personalities to morph into a monstrous minotaur of madness.

The sun was relentless in its shining glory. We were both bathed in its glow and the shadows that lingered on our skin sat in waiting. My gaze lurked across the ground and I watched the shadows merge in and out of distinguishable figures. The dark disfigured shapes swam through my thoughts while we sat; silent.

Birds in the tree next to us chirped and hopped delightfully towards the full bird seed feeder. Their beady eyes looked at us through cocked heads, cautiously as if they understood the impending explosion that was bound to happen underneath the calm facade we both pretended.

Now in the darkness of a summer evening, we sit, closer than mere lovers, with your fingers crossed between mine. My head rests in your arms crook, my hand resting on top of your thigh. Your breath softly stirs the strands of hair that have rebelled against the ponytail, as softly as the breeze that blew across our faces this morning.

I wonder to myself if you also regret the civilian casualties, the damage to my infrastructure, the unnamed demons that were set free to hunt and roam. But then again, I did the same, and my excuse was that it's all fair in love and war.