My blood boils to a steam everytime we argue. You push my passion button to its limit. Must I curse you out to gain your silence, listen to me. Over talking me doesn’t accomplish the results we both intend to reach, peace. Please, my veins are protruding out my neck, my stress level is forming a headache. Is your intentions to kill me? Because every single time I breathe, you suck the air right out of me. Trust, your best intentions are my intentions. Trust, if you open your ears, your mouth wouldn’t be so dry. I Love you, you bring a beast out of me, that I’d rather trap. “SHUT THE FUCK UP, I AM DRIVING”! “See, the store right in front of us. I was going the right way.” “Now, say sorry”….