#postwarlove

After the war died, and people silently slept, I came home loosing half of my sane and weigh. I remember crying for freedom and blood on my hands but the minute I saw you, I forgot about everything, politics, riches, war, everything. All I wanted in the moment for you to hold me, hold my beaten face in your soft hands, hold my hands that are stained with innocent blood in your pure smile, hold my cold sane in your warm love, just hold my broken self in your not so broken self and never let go.