Are you awake still?
Thinking about us?
I am.
The angry tones of voice,
The self-protecting words,
The destruction of ourselves.
All I know is that
It wasn't you,
It wasn't me talking, arguing.
This overpowering force fills my body.
Only my mind knows anger,
And there is no room for hatred.
I don't even know
How this violent word-hockey game began.
I don't even care.
I just wish you were here,
In my arms.
But you're not.