A simple problem. 

standing on the peeling deck

as the wind nips the tops

of our ears and 

mangles my chocolate locks.

spewing out hollow  

cusses. 

standing tall I can see 

his broad shoulders and

extruding jaw line. 

an argument,

our emotions chucked like 

splattering paint. 

stubborness, 

two skulls clashing

head on,

only chipping.

never splitting, 

never fanning the fumes, 

never flashing calloused 

palms.

bitterness, 

spitting venom with words 

rapidly firing off 

tongues,

unraveling and I can't

catch the string. 

exhaustion,

is it even worth it.

regret,

wanting to smush supple

lips lined with 

salty tears 

against familiar ones.

mixing to create the

perfect shade of flush to

paint with later.

attempting to radiate

warm renown love and

pour burning forgiveness

down throats. 

numbness,

swallowing the levels of

ragged thoughts

peeled down to the core

like onions.

red pulse slowly

beating back until its

steady thump drowns

healing eardrums.

smooth,

like pouring a

good drink.