To be fair,
it's not entirely your fault.
I tell you it is in the heat of the shouting,
but really,
I don't know how to expect any different.

The rope that ties us together
is frozen
and ready to shatter,
yet we keep pulling
and fighting
and hurting ourselves
in this relentless game of tug of war.

The problem was never
not caring enough --
in fact,
the problem is caring too much,
which is far more dangerous.
We have risen so high together
that falling now
is not an option.
But I would give anything
to feel the wind on my face.

We complete each other,
but individual brokenness
is hard to shake
because once you break
it has to be your job to return to whole.
I've put my cracks and shards of glass into your hands,
and so started the bleeding...
and so left the amount of pressure needed
to make it stop.