Partnerships make for great feats: Accomplishments build families. Brought together by a common thing: They call it love, you see
Or is it just a myth? I try to understand what you feel but it has just made us cold, irate. It’s filtered words: you’re just making sounds to please my overbearing tone. You don’t care what the outcome brings; these are the scary things that mock my sleep. Just think of what the kids will think: “is shattered hearts all I can bring? It’s in my history my dear, I cannot change what is to be.” But I know where this goes. Vexed, yet indifferent, it holds me down. This partnership is on the edge, it holds us down.