No man’s land

She dreamt of a love pure as the driven snow . Unblemished. It isn’t though . Love is messy it hurts at times and it hides behind pride . It lacks compassion and words and lies . Not in the beginning but give it time . The believer becomes the atheist for ever more and it can never open up like before . Once your trust has been tested beyond all sane comprehension,  I have cancer he said to cover up an affair with a baby on the way. Pain sets up home . It’s a form of personal protection . It is though the end of the line . A destructive destination . She stands on no man’s land . Metaphorically holding a hand grenadine in her chest . She feels though blessed she is in control and nobody is going to have a chance to use and confuse her from the inside . She’s armed and unavailable until her last breath. All because of lies .