the edge of misunderstandings

A Poem by Amelia Mory

Seeing is believing right?
I can only see the pain.
As we yell and fight.
just leaves me stained.

is it supposed to end like this?
can i mend what has been broken?
Is my whole life at risk?
will you take back words you've spoken?

my head in pieces and my heart on the floor
can i enjoy life and make you enjoy it to?
this question knocks at my door.
I love you dearly this much is true.