how do u luv me like u do?

I don't no y u luv me like u do but I no that I luv u how can u stand me? we always fight I guess it's good 2 make things right but always right after we get into again we get into it over and over again not 2-day ma-b not next week but sooner or later we will i will b ready after a painkiller pill I have thought bout over dosing, shots, and blades and surely so have u but when we think about it do we really want 2? tears stream down my face right left here there fists fly every where on the wall on the bed shattering thru glass holes in the wall dents in the jeep the day we fight is the night I cry myself 2 sleep I know u think o this cant b true shes so lying but when we fight my body feels as if it shrinks and I feel like dying I sit in the tub and rub, rub, rub at the marks on my fists but mostly the 1s on my wrist when we r done fighting it seems so stupid but when we get into it its like hell hell that never ends never ends till we end I look at the marks on your wrist I look at mine and I say.... how do u luv me like u do? this poem is about me and cierra