Twisted people, we are

So, I see myself in this relationship. It’s been a year… It’s been a lot of talks, a lot of kisses, a lot of fights. A lot of happiness and my, and yours, share of pain. We drift apart but we had always end up running towards each other. We are not right.  I’ve watched you destroying parts of me. And then make them grow again. We are not okay. You have killed me many times. But that’s fine: you always had brought me back to life. To your life.