Nothing but shouts could be heard

He was angry

She was crying

Yet another fight that none could win

She brought her slap

He brought his jab

Back and forth the blows went

Both physical and emotional bruises made

All they needed was an escape

But, they could not abandon the pain

Both were blinded by love

Not true love, but their own corrupted version of love

They hated each other

Yet craved one another

A constant cycle of pain and anger

Followed by joy and peace

Only they could wound each other

Only they could heal each other

They trapped themselves in a life of misery
Which they loved so dearly