Being with you is like walking in a warzone, each step carefully taken lest I might knock off a landmine, blowing my peace into pieces. It is difficult to be with a difficult someone, and while I have all my sympathies with you for being raised in a fractured home plastered with violence — of words, whys and walls, I don't think I can love someone when they are healing, when they are yet to learn how to love themselves. Call to end the war.
