Conversations turn into fights
Light- hearted turns into hurtful
And low voices turns to yelling
Here we are, fighting again.

We are lovers hanging by a thread
Both of us so determined
To fix the other person’s problems
We lost ourselves.

Can we ever find our ways back
And mend our wounds?
Excepting our problems
And forgiving them?

I am loosing hope
As once again we yell
Pointing out of weaknesses
And talking hurtful.

Hanging by a thread
I start to loose hope
That we will heal wounds
And stop yelling.