When we fight.
We don’t do it often
but when we do
my pulse beats like splattering rain
my heart shrivels
like soldered ashes
and everything is dark and bad
but when we fight
I realize how much there is to lose
that whatever the argument,
this love is stronger
and that the real fight
is the one in me
never giving up on you
on us.
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