𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

words of love float in the air, yet they are tangled with venomous truths. affection becomes a weapon, emotions turn into scars, and memories bleed through the cracks of a fractured heart. this is not just a portrait—it’s a battlefield of emotions, a rebellion against the illusions of love.

are we the lovers or the casualties?