You threw a kitchen knife at me.

I pushed you down the front steps.

Sometimes being in love is about getting even.

We don’t mean to hurt each other,

We just get caught up in the moment.

I like that about us.

 

Remember that time,

You threatened to smash my guitar?

What the fuck was that about?

It’s not liked I fucked her.

You get jealous angry.

Jangry.

It’s cute.

 

You bitch.

 

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