Sometimes,
I feel like the arguing
might be the end.
Of you,
of me,
of us.
Because

sometimes,
it's like we're both so
angry,
all I can see is you,
and I want to hurt you
kiss you
kill you.

Sometimes,
I wonder how I've made it through
our battles-turned-war
and
everything that blinds us.

But, still,
I love you,
and I don't know why.