Dark Love

Little daggers to my heart,

Tears falling from puffy, red eyes,

Nose running into a tissue,

Body shaking,

Fear rising from within,

Worried expressions,

Small sobs escaping,

Gasping breath after breath,

Words mumbled and incoherent,

Tears still falling,

Panicking like mad,

I hate it when we argue.

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written february 2007

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