Some chase the clash where tempers flare,

Drawn to the fire, the fight, the dare.

While others mend what war has torn,

With hands that soothe, not blades that scorn.

Why would one seek revenge?

To balance pain they cannot unbend.

Why would one want to tend?

To cradle pain and help it end.

One feeds fire, one calms the flame.

One seeks to punish, one to reclaim.

One finds others to blame,

Another...

You ripped my life to shreds, now it’s time I return the favor.

I didn’t say it aloud. I whispered it in my mind, like a vow. The words tasted like steel: cold, sharp, and bitter. I stood in the doorway of the apartment we once called ours, the key still warm in my palm. The silence inside was thick, the kind that settles after a storm has passed out before damage is made.

You weren’t home. Of cou...

It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

Then things could change. Alert!

Patientce and calm start to convert,

Every relationship becomes awkward.

Now everyone is hurt and tired,

No one can get up, they can’t get inspired.

All the people they used to admire

Feel distant, faded, lost in the mire.

The jokes feel sharp, the smiles feel fake,

And every word’s a heartbreak.

The room, once war...