I wake up with her arms around me.
We had a fight last night, we screamed at each other and we made love all night.
But we still fight,
While we can fight.
And I love it the more that I suffer,
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
and I love it.
I love every moment with her, even if it means an ugly fight.
I get up and get grudges beside me, and I instantly notice she's in a bad mood.
I can't stop myself from my rolling my eyes at her.
She's perfect with all her imperfections.
It's not long till we started screaming again.
She trows the vase against the floor.
"Wait! Where you going?" I asked her with my voice higher.
"I'm leaving you" She screams putting cloths on a bag.
"No you ain't." I grab her arm a little more forceful and she shrugges away from my grip.
She slams the door and sits in the porch with her bag, it's getting dark...
I look at her through the window and remember the first time we met, got that warm fuzzy feeling when I looked her in the eyes.
Now I'm getting fucking sick of looking at her.
I swore I've never hit her
never do nothing to hurt her,
now we're in each other's face.
Spewing venom
and these words when you spit them
we push, pull each other's hair,
scratch, claw, bit throw her down
pin her.
So lost in the moments...
Next time I'll show restraint... we don't get another chance
Now I got to watch her leave out the window and I suffer.
I want her.
I ran to the door and she senses me.
"Baby come back." I tell her and my eyes focused on her back.
"It wasn't you.. it was me" I reasure her as I get closer.
"Now I know we said things. Did things, that we didn't mean..."
I sit in front of her looking at her face.
"Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano.
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though.
Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk." I touch her shoulder and she sighs.
"Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault." She looks up at me with eyes red and puffy. My heart swells. She's been crying.
I promised myself that next time I'm pissed I'll aim my fist at the dry wall.
But there'll be no next time.
"I apologize." I say and her arms are around my neck.
She kisses me forcefully and
I kiss her passionatly.
We walk inside and I throw her on bed and I take her as mine.
We had a fight last night, we screamed at each other and we made love all night.
But we still fight,
While we can fight.
And I love it the more that I suffer,
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
and I love it.
I love every moment with her, even if it means an ugly fight.
I get up and get grudges beside me, and I instantly notice she's in a bad mood.
I can't stop myself from my rolling my eyes at her.
She's perfect with all her imperfections.
It's not long till we started screaming again.
She trows the vase against the floor.
"Wait! Where you going?" I asked her with my voice higher.
"I'm leaving you" She screams putting cloths on a bag.
"No you ain't." I grab her arm a little more forceful and she shrugges away from my grip.
She slams the door and sits in the porch with her bag, it's getting dark...
I look at her through the window and remember the first time we met, got that warm fuzzy feeling when I looked her in the eyes.
Now I'm getting fucking sick of looking at her.
I swore I've never hit her
never do nothing to hurt her,
now we're in each other's face.
Spewing venom
and these words when you spit them
we push, pull each other's hair,
scratch, claw, bit throw her down
pin her.
So lost in the moments...
Next time I'll show restraint... we don't get another chance
Now I got to watch her leave out the window and I suffer.
I want her.
I ran to the door and she senses me.
"Baby come back." I tell her and my eyes focused on her back.
"It wasn't you.. it was me" I reasure her as I get closer.
"Now I know we said things. Did things, that we didn't mean..."
I sit in front of her looking at her face.
"Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano.
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though.
Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk." I touch her shoulder and she sighs.
"Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault." She looks up at me with eyes red and puffy. My heart swells. She's been crying.
I promised myself that next time I'm pissed I'll aim my fist at the dry wall.
But there'll be no next time.
"I apologize." I say and her arms are around my neck.
She kisses me forcefully and
I kiss her passionatly.
We walk inside and I throw her on bed and I take her as mine.
- Rita <3>
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