Driving

 

fig. driving

We're in the car together. We're arguing again and I'm driving home my point like I drive my mom home from the hospital everyday. Carefully, with love, with intense resentment, and with the knowledge that I'll do it time and time again until it works. 

We're arguing again and you drive home your point like you drive a knife through my chest. Manically, frenzied, and only to pull it back out a few seconds later when you're consumed with guilt.