We collided through the slightest of chances,
somehow, at the wrong place at the right time.
Then you gave me the smallest of glances
and I knew I needed you to be mine.
I sat there teeth clenched and bloodshot eyes,
listening to you sputter and spew things
that should lead to our untimely demise,
and lord knows how much the truth cuts and stings.
They always say it's better I know
and you promise it won't happen again.
I'm much too stubborn to let this thing go.
I'll vent through the lacking ink in my pen.
And though this life might end in tragedy
I'd rather it end with you next to me.