Our fights are like a thunderstorm.
My voice always a loud crash as yours rumbles with intensity throughout the night. Then comes the feeling of cold wet and weary rain that pours like tears streaming down my face. Your anger rages like the rain crashing down on me. Desolate feelings of loneliness sweep over me as I weep in despair, flooded and drowning in emotional anguish. The holes in my heart can be easily filled with reassurance gentle thoughts, actions, and words... each one after the next like water drops into an empty bucked, Instead our storm grows louder into a hurricane of heated scorching words inflicting pain and burns like lightening on each others hearts and minds engraving scars inflicted by each other in scorn and indifference fueled by picking out each others flaws and wrongdoing. There is no comfort from the storm. Only left over booms from far away that stay sharply in our memories. A damp leaky resolve as a testament to where our relationship stands.
