He said that he felt indifferent to the wars I’m fighting and the small victories I come home to celebrate with him. I felt like all my medals are indifferent and all my tries are insignificant. How can he not see I brought those medals home for him ? My uniform had blood, but my eyes had hope- you strangled it all with your indifference. The medals feel like plastic and my body feels set on fire. My heart is breaking at the war field, telling myself if I have lost him… I have lost it all. No war to win now. I’ll sleep here on the barren, because I don’t know which medal to bring you home.
Illustration by Aquasixio
Wings I Wrote 