What was once your battle, we now share.

  Soo all day I've been pondering on what to blog about today. Perhaps the issue of which my parents suck with kids? Or how about that I'm nervous for court tomarrow. Today was a pretty productive day for me. In fact I thought it was really good.
  But as quick as lighting something goes wrong. I'm left here wondering if or what I did to trigger your mood. My stomach is turning and I can't concentrate on anything other then you. It's easy to say this happens almost everyday.
  Love....If you ask me to describe it I can only say one thing.. Pain Killer. When used right its a wonderful thing, when abused it can kill you. Thats not the only aspect I feel is similar, Pain killers hide the pain right? You take it and the injury is still there but the pain is hidden. Would it be ok to compare this concept to being blinded by love?
  I constantly check my phone to see if maybe you'll say something to ease the tension in the air that is so thick it can be cut with a knife. How long will I wait? Is this a test of patients or perhaps a test of commitment.
  As I sit here over evaluating every last thing I said or move I made trying to figure out if it was me in fact that upset you or something totally irrelevant to me. I'm lost?
  What could he possibly be thinking about? His mind leaves a pattern of worries that keep me on my toes. A ballerina could very well have prettier toes then me at this point.
  When the wounds are healed and nothing but a scar is left...will we still be battling human's worst enemy, the mind.
  What was once me trying to escape my own prison I now find myself doing that while trying to break you of yours. Is the task at hand impossible? Will I burn myself out trying? I deserve this.