The Bitterness of Fighting

Tendrils of pain and confusion
Violently claw around my heart
Meaningless words roll from our tongues
Leaving a taste potently tart.

As tears of anger streak mascara,
I feed the flames with my insecurities
Bringing up subjects that should stay unsaid,
Oops I didn't mean that, forgive me, please.

My agony slashes into every word I say,
Was hoping for comfort, instead confrontation
Now both our hearts and spilling blood;
Angels, please come save me, I need salvation.

Both tried to resolve the conflict
And smoothed over the jagged bumps,
Yet still I feel so empty and distant,
Harsh words of his, conjuring in my throat, a lump.