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Screaming
Fighting
Breaking apart
We hurl words at each other
Furniture even
Glass breaking with our pain
It hurts when you shout
Our hearts straining more than our throats
Our smiles and laughter shared forgotten
Ignored
Unimportant at the moment
The memories of joy gone
Replaced with the reckless now
The red-stained now
The painful now
The chaotic now
I hate you… now.
But I know.
As usual.
When our tongues run out of weapons.
Sharp things to aim at each other
Shades of colors unknown to black
Red and pulsing
Hurting.
Breaking.
Remembering just how much we need each other.
We come through
And clear up the storm that leaves a dark sky blue.
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