We argue.
A lot.
You in your corner.
Me in mine.

When we argue,
There is heat,
Fire and danger,
In more than one way.

When we argue,
I don't love you,
I love to hate you,
And hate to love you.

When we argue,
You infuriate me,
Make me angry,
Make me upset.

When we argue,
You become ice,
Become cold and uncaring,
The opposite of me.

But when we make up,
The arguments become sweet,
The rawness of our sex,
I love you again.

The fire meets the ice,
You cool me,
I melt you,
Fuck.

The passion is there,
Every single inch,
You drive me insane,
In the best of ways.

I love to hate you,
Because of what happens afterwards,
Sweet argument,
Argue again.