It feels like we have been fighting forever,
This is an endless game that neither of us ever seem to win
“Oh, we are just going through a rough patch. Things will be fine by the end of the week”
The lies just seem to build up.
Either fighting, or putting it off.
Putting on a face for our friends but showing each other our teeth
I don’t want to fight with you.
You just won’t listen.
You are sick of fighting
I just don’t trust you.
This seems like an easy solution,
One that we should have come up with by now
“Tell each other how you are feeling”
It is never that easy though.
If I tell you how I am feeling then you will blame yourself
You are afraid to let me in.
How do we fight without telling each other what is wrong?
Just an endless blame game.
Like a wheel with a broken pedal.
A never ending cycle of toxicity.
You say, “Maybe it is because I don’t ******* want to? Did you ever think of that? Did you ever consider that the reason that you are my favorite is because you are my escape?”
Your words, carve into my mind.
Blood seeps into my brain.