You were there, in the parking lot
There is something beautiful
In the moment
When you are screaming at me
Personal, personal words
Flung at me
In the presense of the public
They look at us
And see horribly unstable people
"This is not the place for fighting.
They should know better"
But they don't see you
Looking at me
⫬ saying
"I hate you",
but, rather,
"I have a problem with you.
I want to work this out,
But right now I'm really upset
&Have; to yell".