Verbal debates that include words sometimes more harmful than the wounds from an attack,

Words like knives thrown that are never able to be taken back

Yet somehow I let you…

And you let me

When I think of two people in love I think of us

But not the us that i've experienced lately

I think of the us on our good days, the ones where all we can do is say “I love you”

And it seems like we would never get tired of hearing those words

Other days, it seems as if those three words are just like any others

After the words of our last argument the words “I love you” seem like a vain attempt

Like trying to put a bandaid over a gunshot wound

Praying that thin piece of fabric will be enough to stop the one you love from bleeding out.