I Guess For A Brief Moment I forgot...

That we loathe the very room that holds us together, let alone the sight of our faces in tandem to each other. We throw out those words that contradict the welcome mat under our feet until our eyes catch sight of the bedroom door closed tight.

Two years ago I would never believe that a combative relationship could turn intimate with one thought of the possibilities. Because we both know what comfort could bring us together for a few hours behind the door. It's the only room we can tolerate each other in...
Until we turn the lights back on