We're always meeting in a car crash sort of way

It all boils down to it being my fault. I wish that each of our meetings weren't like a car crash. That one of us has to always have some kind of hands down, full blown epiphany of a complaint about the other. I wish that we could have our peace like we once had. That our friendship wasn't a silent battleground. That our love wasn't such a massacre. That my words didn't ruin something that meant no harm. More so than your love and acceptance, I yearn for this war to end. For the Calm to come wash away the muk from our souls.

We are the trees, setting fire to one another, even though our roots drink from the same water. Our branches protect the same birds, our canopies lay shade for all the crawlers of the night. We tear everyone else apart with ourselves. We need peace more than ever, if not for ourselves, then for those that support us. Because they are victims as well.