This is clearly an argument.
You place your hand on my lower back.
You lead me in how I wronged you.
I can bend for you.
But only so far.
We will sway to and fro.
I dip you in empty apologies.
You twirl me in my unjust cause.
I try to pull us away from the floor.
But a new song is bound to play.
You never tire.
Back and forth.
Our never ending dance.

She speaks in whispers
nobody knows why
but she lies

She thinks in actions
others don't understand
but she can

Captured demons bleed
minus their razored wings
but she sings

There she lies, battered
cracked and broken
No. Words. Spoken

Her demons stand sentinel
over her ****** sacrifice
but
      she
            holds

**the knife

we take dates out for coffee
as caffeine makes us
give more attention

It's hollow, mechanical,
Begging for some kind of miracle
To bring it to life
Before its repetitive, monotonous motions
Bring death to what we have,
To everything we're creating.