Here we are again, <br />confused, <br />angry, <br />and more than a little distraught, <br />Partly my fault, <br />partly yours, <br />these arguments, <br />they become tedious, <br />and hurtful, <br />oh so hurtful, <br />the thought of this brings me to tears, <br />so, <br />then pours the rivers of blood, <br />from my eyes, <br />and my wrists, <br />and as you weep rivers of tears, <br />I bleed, <br />But my wounds will heal, <br />and so will yours, <br />Only so, <br />We can repeat this tedious process, <br />All over again.<br /><br />Atticus Mortimer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rivers-14/
