Tired fists bleeding, <br />a deep red waterfall oozing through white ancient boulders, <br />Hatred swims in my eyes like pollution in city skies. <br />I find nothing I love within you, like that, <br />You find no reason to stay, within me. <br />Clusters of clothes thrown, abnormally large confetti. <br />There is nothing to celebrate. <br />A typical dish meets it's end in the wall. <br />My soul on a rack tortured in your tower, <br />please let my soul rest and love you, <br />with the devotion of a mother, <br />waving her first born to school goodbye. <br />I hate the girl who destroys our living room, <br />but ridiculously in love with the girl, <br />who puts our photographs back on the mantel.<br /><br />Rachel Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arguments-and-affection/
