Beauty&&TheTweak

He's all I have,
I'm all, for him.


It's what makes us so TOXIC,
and forgives us all our sins.


My friends all know.
His do, as well.


My bruises and they're lowered eyes,
make us BOTH feel like hell.


My mother knows.
His grandma frowns.


Our empty stories,
make their rounds.


He needs me here,
to keep him sane.


I need him here,
to do the same.


Both of us are broken,
shards up and down an edge.


So that when we came together,
we didn't notice that we bled.


When anger strikes: I'm gone,
I wildly claw for his soul.


He calms me every time though,
kissing me down into his armfold.


When jealous strikes: he's Satan,
with impacts he himself wouldn't believe.


But I wait, tearstained, in the bathroom,
because I'll never ever leave.


Who is the abused? In a story like ours,
when the pain and hatred bind?


Just trust us, we're better together,
YOU don't want to see either of us out of our mind.