Our Love

Explosions of fireworks behind our eyes during the good times.
Explosive and damaging arguements during the bad.

Our love has been compared to the detenation of a bomb.

A countdown of good times leading to an explosion of emotions.
Emotions that can no longer be hidden behind masks.
We yell. We argue. We fight. We push each other away.

We sleep apart, distancing ourselves from the pain we caused each other.
Deciding to end it before we both do something we truly regret.

And yet, when I wake up in the morning, you lie there pressed up against me.
Holding tight. Never letting go.

Through every explosion, we'll continue to fight for our love because there is nothing better than seeing those explosions of fireworks behind my eyes when I'm with you.
♠ ♠ ♠
Prompt: Explode
Day 4 of the Mibba April Poem Prompt Challenge found here: http://www.mibba.com/Forums/Topic/185135/Aprils-Poem-Prompt-Challenge/