Avoidance

It concluded as it always does,
With the two of us laying in
Separate rooms, on separate floors
With an empty syringe in our hand,
And fresh blood on our arms.
I can hear you coughing out on
My bathroom floor and,
I wish I’d made mine as strong as
It seems you’ve made yours,
And through my blurry vision,
I can see the damage we’ve done;
Shattered glass everywhere and,
Several more holes in the wall.
Tonight we got violent again, but
It seems a bit worse than before—
Instead of fixing the problem,
We’d rather just lie on the floor.