the fight boils down to seeing her cry,
you cant really help it when they do.
their eyes, the tears and that broken voice (my, my)
you wipe their cheeks and cant help but wish you got hurt too.

the moment points out that you do not need angels, you do not need saving.
you need hard, painful, destructive love.
you are not worthy, you are nothing
compared to all the adoration she gives to you.

but no matter how much pushing,
no matter the hurtful words,
she will always be there
to lift you up
like you pushed her down a cliff
and she would tell you she is sorry
for standing so close to the edge.