The Heaven in Hell

The dying endless hug that I once wished would never be over took me into worlds I never knew and made me live in bitter sweet lies. I looked into your eyes and craved your lips, but your arms surprised me and I didn't fight back. You took me and gave me back my innocence. And, now, I once more find myself day dreaming about a better tomorrow, fantasizing about when the war will end, and looking into your eyes with a gentle sunlight on them. Your hug took me and made me travel into your wilderness of feelings, where fire heals and water burns; you're the princess of my dreams. All of this, only to shake me to my core with your lies; to put me in the pit of an endless fire in the hell of living; to make me want to die whenever I hear the word “husband” or “wife”; to know that while I lived for you, you lived for someone else. Why did your hugs disappear only to leave me bruised, weak, and with no home to go to?