Fighting.

When we're fighting on the phone,
Tears stream down my face.
You ask me what's wrong,
But I tell you I'm okay.

What is right and what is wrong?
Should I have left you all along?
I need you in my life.
Or do I need you gone?

I swear you are my other half.
You give me meaning to breathe.
But then again, you cause our fights.
So do I need to leave?

I'll clench my fists and bite my tongue.
To see how this goes.
One more chance, and only one.
To see how played out emotions show.

I love you...