One and one will twist the heart
for two's the loneliest game.
especially when two is one and one
and the latter's a twist of flames.
I imagined love as compromise
I saw it as give and take
but she, she saw it as only I
and it filled her with such hate.
Why do I deserve her wrath?
Because I asked her to enjoy
a simple pleasure once in a day
with me, who was supposed to be her boy.
another night of idle threats
another night of "your fault"
when all I wanted was love and understanding
not bitter words in wounds like salt.
It seems too easy to just be nice
but without her way forever, life's a fight.
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