My post-war statement:

I love you AND i hate you with all i ve got...i jus dont understand if i love you more or hate you more. I am letting myself down by telling you this. I know. But i cant help myself wen its you...i miss you more than anything else and i only pray you remember me as someone who you loved and who loved you truly once upon a time...

Being Alone...

I don't think I should be left alone, she thinks
Why...? Wouldn't you ask?
I am injurious to myself, she will reply.
Was it being suicidal...her problem, you wonder...
She heard you through your eye...
She wants to laugh...she is not suicidal...
Not in the way we all understand "suicidal"
She was injurious to her reputation, if left alone...
That was her problem, do you see?
No, of course you don't see...
Would you understand what it means
To self destruct all your efforts that
Have gone into portraying yourself
A particular way...Only to be
Broken, trashed and ridiculed
By none other than
Yourself?
Of course NOT.