Storms

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Screaming

Fighting

Breaking apart

We hurl words at each other

Furniture even

Glass breaking with our pain

It hurts when you shout

Our hearts straining more than our throats

Our smiles and laughter shared forgotten

Ignored

Unimportant at the moment

The memories of joy gone

Replaced with the reckless now

The red-stained now

The painful now

The chaotic now

I hate you… now.






But I know.

As usual.

When our tongues run out of weapons.

Sharp things to aim at each other

Shades of colors unknown to black

Red and pulsing

Hurting.

Breaking.

Remembering just how much we need each other.

We come through

And clear up the storm that leaves a dark sky blue.

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