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I Hate It When We Argue

"I got the idea for this poem from a dream that woke me up in the middle of the night. Thankfully, it was only a dream!"

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I hate it when we argue, it always ends the same.
Both of us spit venom, as we try to place the blame.

You scared me when we had that tiff, by storming out the door.
You told me that you hate me, don’t love me anymore.

Why can’t we just agree, to never scream and shout?
It really doesn’t matter now; you’ve really freaked me out.

Did we really have to argue? Say all the things we said?
I lie here wide awake at night; your words spin in my head.

Two days now and nothing, I’ll text you just once more.
Why won’t you please reply to me, or walk back through that door.

Why will you not speak to me, you drive me up the wall.
I’m leaving you a message; I hope that you will call.

My eyes are filling up now, with tears of my regret.
I want us to get over this, I want us to forget.

That photo that I took of you, is flashing on my screen.
You’re calling me to patch things up, please tell me where you’ve been?

I want to hold and hug you tight and dry the tears we’ve cried.
Please come back home where you belong, I need you by my side.

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Written by amyjayne
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