Have you ever loved someone that is stubborn. No, not that cute stubborn. I"m talking about deep rooted, heels dug in the dirt, stubborn? If you haven’t , then consider yourself lucky, and not.
It’s impossible to argue with them, impossible points of view that weave themselves around you with no beginning or end. It can be hours later of arguing and you are exactly where you started. You start from square one trying to retrace steps that have long been faded. You try so hard to find what they want, what they need, what you did wrong.
As midnight rolls around you wonder what you where even fighting about, but on thing is certain your heart is torn and so is theirs but they won’t show it. You’re weak and exhausted that nothing else matters, you want to find yourself in the arms that crossed in anger against their chest. You want to feel the warmth of lips that cursed your name. Nothing else matters, not even this stupid fight that was created from stupidty.
Sometimes it’s the one we love looking back at us….and sometimes it’s a mirror. We can be our own worst enemies.
in stubbornness we fight ourselves