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Ceasefire

Ceasefire

Is anger my sin? Is this love a real thing? This fight that we’re in makes me feel like it’s hell that I’m in, like I’m stuck, I can’t win.
When you look at me mad, when it’s all going bad. I can’t tell you the level of sad that I get when I feel like we can’t do this love thing together the way that we had.
I love you you know. I never want you to go. I’ve never seen beauty in love that I want so I know it’s all real that I feel, I don’t know if you do though.
Now, I know you love me. But to what degree? Things said when we’re mad leave some nasty debris carving scars that cut deeper than anyone sees.
I get mad when we fight. You get wound up so tight. It’s like we lose sight of what’s good just see spite from the slight of not getting it right – we’re supposed to be airtight.
So we take things too far. We forget who we are. But we won’t stop the spar til we’ve moved up the bar, til we both get more scars from our great repertoire.
We are so much the same. So the blame is fair game. We take turns to inflame it’s our shared shame this game that we won’t give a name.
The thing is without you, things don’t look like they should do. I know I can live there’s a life there without you it’s not that I can’t I don’t want to, I love you.
You’re what someone should be. My exact cup of tea. I just wish we could see why perpetually we forget that it’s you and it’s me we don’t have to agree.
I guess what I’m saying, is I think we’re both paying. I’m praying we move past this it can’t be outweighing the reasons we’re staying I’m done with complaining.
So let’s call it a ceasefire. No more sharpness or crossed wires. We can stick with respect and not points to acquire. Let’s go home and get stoned and play something with gunfire and you’ll shoot the shot out of me till we’re too tired.
I love you you know. I never want you to go. When everything goes where it seems like it’s frozen I need you to know that it’s only that moment.
So no, I don’t think it’s my sin. Because this is the real thing. Like the planet with rings you’re my favourite thing I love you more than all of this life that we’re in.
It’s just for a moment, when hoping gets frozen. We forget the pretext and what’s making us vexed or we’ll never be free to move on to what’s next.

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