Rant*
You have a way of knocking her down, extracting the good, turning it all cold.
You have a way of making her feel restless,
bereft, some more feelings she couldn't quite explain. It gobbled her up, and spit her out whole.
You have a way of twisting her good intentions,
of turning simple conversations into disagreements, disagreements into arguments, and arguments into ugly fights.
Its not much, but all she wants is you.
But you have a way of making her feel like she shouldn't.
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