Compromise

She was tired of being the compromise in this relationship. She had lost her most in it; time, love, sacrifice, prayers, childhood, innocence; all wasted. And now she was about to lose her left-over self esteem; she was about to lose her all. She was fed up of being stuck "in between"; even more fed up of being in that loop, that vicious vicious loop.

Trying to solve a problem
Ttrying to co-operate
Getting no co-operation
Failing at solving the problem
And then becoming the change that was needed to make the problem smaller.

Becoming the compromise. Becoming part of the solution, as well as the problem. Suffering being the no-man's land and every-mans paddy. Being the two and then enduring the pain of being told that she was the benefactor! "Really? How?" her mind screamed back, while her heart wrenched and bled. While her tongue spoke too fast for her, baffling her numb senses, shattering her already trying to mend itself heart, yet satisfying her infuriarated mind. The same mind she kept silencing when she decided to become the compromise each time, repeatedly. The same mind she used harsh logic with for all things pertaining to her heart. The very same mind that debated with in order to become the compromise. The very mind which eventually lost to her, and give up yet more of its peace; to be the compromise.