the delving into minute details to the point that we don't even remember what we're arguing about.
I can't take it.
The worst side of me comes out.
Iwanthertogoaway. I can't stand that side of me.
What pushes me to that limit?
Something is wrong.
Something has always been wrong.
And it's neither of us.
And neither of us believe it.
I want to take so much back.
But I can't.
I regret the words, but I also don't.
I step forward, then think better of it.
I am stepping on egg shells
of the most delicate variety.
It may just be better to stand still for awhile.