1-05-17
I hate fighting with you.
I hate not knowing what you're going to say,
Fearing the words we'll say to hurt one another.
Nothing's right,
Everything went to shit in less than an hour.
My words affected you,
In turn yours did just the same.
I never knew how much the words of the one you love could hurt,
How each one is a blow to the stomach,
Hitting and hitting the exact same spot until you're crying out for mercy.
Crying out for something,
Anything really.
Just to stop it,
To stop the destruction and chaos.
I feel sick,
As I reread what's been said.
The thought of your happiness being put behind my own,
Disgusts me.
I could've stopped it,
Making sure you had all you wanted.
Money isn't an issue, damn it,
I don't give a damn about the materialistic aspects of our relationship.
Our relationship isn't built off of that,
It's built off of happiness and love.
At least that's what I thought,
Hoped for, even.
Our first fight was going to happen sooner or later,
I shouldn't be surprised it started over your fucking ex.
They always seem to come in at the worst times,
Leaving nothing but pain in their wake.
But they don't care,
That's what they wanted in the first place.
But that's not what I want,
I want more than that.
I know we're stronger than this,
You're stronger than this.
Am I?
I don't know,
All I know is I won't give up.
I'll fight for what I love,
Just like I have before.
I'm not ready to lose you,
To watch you walk away.
That's what I know babe,
I know I want you,
That I need you.
And at the end of the day,
I know I love you.
I love you enough to fight for you,
Until you tell me to stop.
