I looked at you
You looked into me
and it's funny how there was a feeling of sincerity
Like the years of screaming fights, box springs in the street
The over-arching feeling of the heat, the heat, the heat
Is it just me or
I can swear your eyes just tied a rope around my waist and pulled me through it all,
whipped around by a horse, feet stuck in the saddle running home after last call
I see you and I know your hurt, because it is my own
And there are multitudes of actions that pain ultimately condones.
So I am sorry for it all
And I love you.