Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
If
You weren't there to band them together, to use all of your red-faced force to shove them near each other (oh, how they hate it)
Would they fall apart? Their fragile rocking horse relationship disintegrate into a pile of unsaid feelings and restrained fists?
If
Your smiles (why do you stain them onto your fair skin?) weren't so convincing, so blindingly wide, white and worry-free
Would their language of straight A's and lunch money turn you into a full-time translator? (aren't you already?)
If
You weren't so quick to snatch up the failed papers and shove them into the bottomless pit in your kitchen, where they will never be uncovered from beneath egg whites and shimmering glass bottles
Would their off-white color match the off-white grimace from beneath the boar's wildly upset, mossy water eyes?
If
You couldn't stand the pain anymore, the opposing forces ripping your limbs into pieces, a capital punishment (why do you deserve it?)
Would you run away, use your pretty face to get yourself somewhere important, where you would no longer suffer through the white water days of suffocating in harsh words and pillowcase sobs?
If
You didn't love them enough, didn't care to see the sharp words that battled in the air before you, simmering and smoking, whispering devil's words of hatred into their soft canary ears
Would they spar viciously with their muffled cries of pain (Can't they see they only hurt themselves?) until their holy hearts bled with the effort?
If
They could see the pain they cause themselves; their own bodies (Shattering-hissing-bleeding-breaking)
Would they allow their own sobs and slashes as fate, or would they take their hearts into their own hands instead of you cupping them graciously into yours?
If
They looked at their relationship as they do their football scores and English papers, looking out into the oblivion of their own argument
Would they realize how much they mean to each other, without you in the center to make them do it?
If
You were to leave (to escape; to let your swollen sockets relax from their unholy tug-of-war)
Would they understand how much they love each, how their love boils over until it burns the other?
And how you love them enough to stand beside them as they do it?
Ugh. Just ugh. I am NOT writing well today.