Yet all is not well
We disagree and fight
Because I'm a hard shell
Who often chooses flight
And when not, nearly destroys
With unrighteous anger
And her rebuttals are white noise
And I'm treated as a stranger
I try to fix what I caused
But I can't heal
I, and she, can't get past my flaws
It is my Achilles heel.
I try and try to heal
And I fail again and again
We feel a lack of appeal
And all I do is offend
I fix myself as fast as I can
But time is shortened
We had a plan
But it was thwarted
I want to be with her
And she with me
But we grow impatient
And go to the verge to flee
Unable to hold a conversation
Without yelling
Or striking with an ill tongue
On our past we dwell
More ammo it has brung
Each night, we spend crying
But this night I spend writing
Hoping to win her back
And have more than flashbacks
I love, need, and'd do anything to have her
And she'd concur.
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Her
RomanceThis story is more of a dedication to my significant other. We've been going through a rough patch and writing about her on here is the best way to repair the damage. I apologize in advance if this isn't to your liking but this is my choice to write...
