I used to hate it when we fought.
It made me feel unworthy.
But now I yearn for the onslaught of your sharp words.
I wish they could make me feel something powerful, like they once did.
I miss the feeling of distraught that our quarrels would leave lingering inside me,
Because anything's better than not having you at all.
I look back at snapshots of our life from years ago.
Memories becoming faded and grey,
Wishing that it was all a dream,
And that you had sought to stay.