Like a painful battle where words are weapons. Like a broken heart that cannot be healed. Like a child dropping ice cream in the sand. Never saying what needs to be said, never hearing what the other is craving for you to understand.
Feeling contention; not contentment.
A battle where both teams lose. Where both members fall to the ground into their puddles of pain they have created through an endless battle that was never won. Where the broken heart becomes shattered through a child-like-ice-cream dream.
