Broken glass, shattered mirror-
Yet another ruined dinner.
The silence is louder than our screams, Pain soothes me more than dreams.
Drops of blood mixed with wine,
Heart thunders with the pouring rain.
This is what we have become,
But this isn't what makes me glum.
In your anger I see the fire of love,
And that's the only way I see it now.
The flowers have withered, thorns wild,
But the plant is still there, a scared child.
The door bangs shut, I hear you curse,
I wipe my tears and grab my purse.
I rush out of home, leaving it open,
Nothing left to lose, not like back then.
Why won't my phone ring already?
God, we have become a parody.
I come back home to find it locked,
You wouldn't open; I knocked and knocked.
It is how it has always been, you know.
You lock me out if I ever let you go.

Ripped dress, bleeding fist,
Another fight on a growing list.
You walk out this time, I run behind,
But you are quick, nowhere to find.
I stay up all night, cleaning the floor,
Only to see you standing at the door.
I smile, you frown, staring me down,
My mood falters, but yours has grown.
Push, shove, cry, scream it out-
All that we ever do is yell and shout.
Flying saucers, shattering mugs,
Yet we end this one is passionate hugs.
Anger fights love, I see it in your eyes,
I say I hate you; you believe my lies.
Your favourite dish stains my dress-
I accused you of having a mistress,
A younger, prettier, more eager girl;
You didn't take that accusation well.
You hit the wall next to me in fury,
The frames fall down loudly, a hung jury.
This is chaos, this is crazy and toxic-
But in your growls I find some music.

Fake smiles, powder over bruises,
Our parents are planning couples' cruises.
Our friends call us "hashtag goals",
But we're just two people playing roles.
For a moment, a perfect moment
We aren't just two souls splitting rent.
It doesn't last. They leave, we're alone.
I drop your hand, you ditch the loving tone.
I clear my throat, wanting to speak,
But you leave me behind, not a peek.
So I pick a fight with you, over dishes.
I smile to myself as you make death wishes.
You call me a nag, a psychotic bitch,
I tell that you will die alone in a ditch,
You declare that you prefer it over me,
And I hide my hurt before you can see.
You see, I need this pain, these scars.
To see your love, I lock mine behind bars.
I need this anger, this conflict, this agony,
Because at least then, you will think of me.
So we clash, like Titans in the wrong address.
This, dear, is the only love we can ever confess.

A/n:
Yes, another update already. I am that awesome.
Now, this theme is a bit crazy. I was listening to my playlists, and 'Love The Way You Lie' (Rihanna and Eminem) came up. Needless to say, inspiration struck and this poem just poured out. 66 lines, can you believe that? And I didn't even have to pause.
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