Softly softly

She feels the dull pain of all those things described in failed love songs

Soft, dull, sharp, nauseating pain

The fire, anger, frustration, and intense tunnel vision of fighting without remembering the love one had for the other

The desperate fear of losing the other as they threaten to leave, covered in the bruises you gave her

She promises never to leave again

Give me your hate, your pain, your poison love

Patterns that crash and explode at eachother

the dark sides of him enhancing your own, leaving it as a monster crawling inside you after his fire has swept across you

When it's good its amazing, but when it's bad it's hell

Two storms meeting and swirling around eachother

leaving nothing alive behind

just burnt holes and dead earth

She stands with a knife in her hand

"If you are going to leave, kill me now"