Rage is the emotion with a love plating.

Knowing I can't make her love me the way that she used to kills me in everyway. She stays with me, she holds on, for what I don't know.

We patch the hole in our relationship,  but down the road the tear grows bigger... deeper. The words become more hurtful, the fights go on forever. Neither of us want to surrender, so the war continues. I'm not half the man I used to be, yet she hangs on to the man that is dead in me for dear life. Is this love?