Fight or Love
What's the point?
The love is not without its lows
Sex an equilibrium after cross words
and sleep a refuge there after.
So what I ask
is the meaning behind us?
I have no fight left
The shouting a habit.
By now I know not a word
said by any, including his own lips is heard.
What's the point?
In fighting for this love.
I'll certainly NOT leave
and he will NEVER change.
What's the point?
in loving each other when fighting is against and not for.
I want to give up
but he means losing a piece of My smile.
along with the little girl giddiness he brings to me
Losing him means. Never getting the piece of me
he has forever.
Stuck in its place his laughter along with the way butterflies
flutter under his chest when I lay my head there.
And the part of him
I stole, Will be a permanent longing
in a recess only he has dared discover.
In the end
I stay because
we can be each other
,
still saying I love you
without sarcasm.
Because no fight
is worth losing this love.
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