Being with you made my life miserable,
Especially the nights spent waiting up in worry for you,
The fights we had about nothing considerable,
Made me lose my mind, as I almost hit you,
Though I thought we, and hell were comparable,
I’d rather hurt than be without you.
The times you shook as I yelled out loud,
And the times I stopped as you cursed at me,
The times we couldn’t hear each other out,
As you’d fuss, and nag and try to leave me,
When I think about all those times we’d shout,
I realize, I’d rather hurt than be without you.
As I spend all day worrying about where you are,
My heart aches as the thoughts of you apart rage,
Even as I pace trying to fool myself; fine you are,
My mind fights the urge to cry out my pain,
As I try endlessly to reach your cell just to hear your voice,
It becomes clear to me, I’d rather hurt than be without you.
When I hold and kiss you at last,
My heart can’t help but skip a beat.
When I look at the evil lurking in your eyes alas,
I know we were not meant to be together.
As I think of leaving you for life,
That’s when I realize, I’d rather hurt, than be without you…