Disclaimer: I was working on another post today when something happened that made me realize I had woken up in a terrible mood. Suddenly my blog topic just didn't seem to work for today, so I wrote the following. As you read it, it might seem that this is aimed at someone, maybe even written to hurt that someone. That is not my intention at all. I trust that this person knows how much I love her. My words are merely a means to vent.
Sittin’ on a powder keg.
Just one more fight.
Keep on shoutin’,
Cause it’ll make this right.
Words like bullets fly,
Rippin’ through our skin.
Your tears hurt me,
More than anything else can.
I know it’s my fault.
We’re both on the ledge.
Just waitin’ for a shove.
Speed it up with a straight edge.
I try to be better.
I know it’s no use.
You gotta have more,
Than another excuse.
Anger boils down.
Our venom leaks out.
Nothing has changed.
Why the hell do we shout?
I need you so bad.
Wanna make things right.
Does this make it easy?
Is that why we fight?
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