toxic.
cause if i press this
button and re-open this wound, maybe then it'll get to
you. but if i say it hurts and you say it again a little
louder, how can we expect a different next chapter? we're
both at it again, as certain as sunrise and set. sometimes
you're cool and i'm too hot. mostly we're just
burning red, blowing off steam and becoming who we said
we're not. how'd we learn to vent this way? we're
childish and immature. even during this argument i want to
kiss you just to spite you. but you're getting teary and
pouty as you continue to tell me off. we take turns with
caving in and tonight i'm the first one 0n my knees. i
can never win when you're like this; it makes me feel
especially sorry. now eye to eye it's like our demons
have left us. we'll apologise, cook dinner and decide
what gifts the cash in the swear jar can afford
us.