You know what I like every time we fight? 

When I refuse to listen, 

because of course, as you say, 

I love the sound of my voice, 

but really, I only like it more 

because I am too often…Right. 

Though you don’t easily back off 

until you make me see your side 

And if I don’t agree and I usually don’t 

that’s when the heat begins to turn 

a little…White

where you start taking control 

while I can’t stop adding the spite

Knowing what’s about to come 

doesn’t tamp down the taunting…Bite. 

So, as I was saying, 

you know what I like every time we fight? 

Acting as if we have all the time in the world, 

how you pin me down

in ecstasy’s potent might

and slowly begin to drive home

your Every… Single… Point.


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    1. Oh it’s one of those things where you write but not really write…. something that came out of boredom and not having any desire to put in even a minimal amount of effort into it! Though I can’t say I don’t like it. :p

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