The mornings after

the nights we argue

I'm spent, drained

of the energy to keep fighting,

of the need to lash out,

of the desire to fuck you,

of the words to make up.

All I want is to lie

on the couch and hold you,

have you hold me,

your ear against my chest

so you can hear the murmur,

the beat my heart skipped when

you said you'd leave.