Forgetting leads to fighting then to fucking

You scream and shout, and even laugh Laughing is just like crying, come on just move on Sounds of children calling on as they cut through the rye My head gets filled up with fear and it feels like my soul is falling But now you are racking your hands down mine My crimson blood running down my arm, looks like redskin I can’t keep holding on Because my hand is feeling your face, but you’re looking away   I curse myself and just you let on, because you hate to lose control Over everything, though I'm only strong in your crudeness Let those painful tears run down your face now What happens when blood mixes with tears, can they even come together If it was too strong, would you just try to make me forget who we were I couldn't stick to what you had me promise you I wake up now, with a silhouette next to me, I have forgotten what the past was like Every step away from me, I can see a little more of you, but there's something in your eyes It looks like red tears running down your face, and now you can't see anymore If so, where will your path take you if you refuse to forget  If so, how can anyone help you if won't stop fighting  

This poem is about: 
Me

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