sure we're right

Spent in dissent, 
and finding our worsts 
full-given and broken 
on rising bests, 

each realizing we 
still want this us 

- you reasoned back up 
to redeeming lust 
and make-up sex, 
from a premise based 
in a promise of stirring
lines of blood, as adrenaline's 
fight-or-flight shtick 
dissipates
to endorphin rush,
oxytocin flood. 

Well-being, as thick
as knives 

has begun to glow 
from behind your eyes, 

but 

I won't do that. 
It's a policy. I refuse to reward
and encourage   

fights. 

So, 
again we begin! 
Half-hearted and snippy 
sure we're right.