Words hide in the elements of emotion

There is anger in these words. When I speak she sees a black stone surrounded by red flames. It's not that simple, our thoughts are blurred. In too deep, the words are burned.

My mind is what I wish I could temporarily give her. Where she sees a rock covered in flames, I see a beautiful flower surrounded by a ugly river. This river is made of tears. These tears are led by fears. Fear of losing the only one who understood me in these 28 years.

Picture this, I'm hanging off a cliff. Dangling there waiting to fall into an empty abyss. Addiction is painful. That pain I dont miss but right now I want a bottle just to forget.
The grip slips but I dont fall in. But damn, then I slip again. I wont give in to the demons because the thoughts of my Angel's pull me up. There's my mom, pop, and einstein all at the base. But it's my earthly treasure who grabs my hand as if to say she wont let me fall from grace. The fact that shes mad at me feels so low but the struggle in my words, I wish she could know. I'm done arguing, will she pull me up or just let go.