When two broken souls come together as one it can be beautiful or it can be volatile.
Broken trust leads to questions, questions lead to arguments.
Arguments lead to silence lingering in the morning light and an aching loneliness at night.
Like strangers in the same bed but without the normal scorching heat.
No, no more of the coldness of the Bering Sea. The one not even the warmth of the strongest liquor can warm.
Fake smiles in front of the children so they do not worry. But they know.
The air chokes me to my core while you seem well.
Marks of another Damn near killed me.
I want to touch you, I want to feel you.
I don’t want this to be our end.
Can we be each other’s better half again or will we once again let our demons win?