I do love the way you lie....Anger, anger, anger

A relationship is for two people who love each other, who want to love each other further more and spend all their time together. She didn't know what this really was, all she knew was what it felt like. It felt like a burning in her stomach. Every time he threw whatever he had in his hands, every time his face went through several emotions at once: despair, frustration, desperate sadness and anger- hot blinding anger; they clearly showed in his face every time she dared to spill a tear.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?
Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and watch me cry?
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie.

They swore to each other that they'd protect each other, never let anyone hurt them. But now they were spewing poison, hoping it hurt and seared. His fault, her fault, everything had ceased to matter, what mattered was the burning.

Everything she knew about him and everything he knew about her came handy, to throw personal insults, humiliate and embarrass. There were no conversations anymore, just strained small talk, wary of something banal turning into something offensive. They knew each other, but there was no more predicting anymore. He would get angry at something she intended to be funny, she would consider all his jokes as a personal attack, and from there on they spiraled into an abyss of white shrill screams and blue-black scars. Lying, cheating-- anything to make sure it hurt. Then they were only looking for excuses, anything to feel alive, anything for a thrill, anything to make it look like there was still something left in the relationship. But the only thing left, the only thing common between them was their furious, whip-lashing anger.


A common friend, a common place,
Covert winks and blushes,
Secret jokes and late night talks,
Holding hands and a walk across the park,
A blazing smile and a genuine beam,
Delicious kisses on the swing,
Saying the three words hesitantly, at first,
Then over and over, as if to confirm
First as a question, then as an answer
Then to assert and finally to revolt.
Of the many things we have in common
The one thing that stands out on its own, the most, is anger.
Blinding, cold blooded anger
Yours and mine,
Two forces of nature
against time.