Stories you'll never know

Tonight there's a war in her head. The thoughts of love and pain colliding. The inability to hate. The inability to forget. A battle between forgiving and leaving. The chaos is maddening. Her head is the battleground, her heart the victim. And he, he is safe and breathing soft, like the war wasn't in his name. Tonight her tears are the ink and her pillow is the paper. Tonight her pillow has more stories, than her rhymes ever will.