But in the End

Every day I think of you,
I am forcibly being torn
To
Little
Shreds.
Every day,
For the larger part of our lives,
We fought.
We hit.
We cried.
We yelled.
We
Died
Just a little bit more
Every day.
Our arms together,
Could not support
The weight of all our minor
Disagreements and
Problems of the past.
I couldn't get past
Everything you did to hurt me
All the
Men.
All the
Fights.
I cried alone,
Almost every night.
Three attempts on my life
From my sleepless nights,
Of smelling the smoke and
Alcohol on your breath.
And god do i know,
That in a bed of two
One can really be alone,
Because of you.
But, the strangest thing is,
After all is said and done,
When the world goes down in flames,
All I'd want,
Is to sit with you.