We're not Kosher
In fact
We hate
Each-other
Blood runs hot
Boiling in a cauldron
And words
Fly low
Piercing hearts
Like bullets
Devastation feels
So close
But she's pretty cute
While putting up a fight
The fuse is short
Momentary eruptions
It happens
Now and again
But that's just love
At least that's what they tell
Themselves
Lets play pretend
In the underlying
Storm