Steve's Pov

He stood there leaning against the door looking like hell His rock of ages t-shirt was ripped along the sides and his blue jeans were covered in mud. His eyes had dark circles around them and he visible looked sick. I stood up off of our bed and walked over to him in hopes of getting him to lay down or at least drink some water to wash out the alcohol in his system.

When I finally reached him I went to put the back of my hand against his head but I was pushed away. We stood there for several minutes in silence with only the moon shining through the window illuminating us. I looked closer and I noticed tears streaming down his face. Tony finally broke the silence.

"I can't do this anymore" a look of confusion washed over my face, I didn't get what he meant. Hesitantly I laid my hand upon his shoulder.

"What do you mean this?" He just shook my hand off

"Us whatever this is I can't do it." I was no longer confused I knew exactly what he meant and rage coursed through my veins and consumed my vision

"It's never enough for you is it! You always want more and the moment I ask for something you run away or get angry!"

"You think I"m running!? You're just not the person I feel in love with anymore, you've changed." I've changed? I've changed!? Oh no.

"And who's fault do you think that is! You made me like this, this is your fault! I was never this angry bitter person until I got with you. You don't just get to run away after you made me like this." he always does this he's never to blame

"So it's my fault! How? How is it my fault Steve!?"

"You made me love you when you gave your love to everyone else. I was never enough for you, you say that you loved how I stood up for things that I believed in but the moment I disagree with you, you go out and do lord knows what and comeback covered in marks from other people." I take a second to collect myself, bringing my hands to my face covering my mouth trying to suppress the utter hopelessness running through me. After several seconds I speak again

"Maybe I was stupid for even believing you, everyone told me that getting with you was a bad idea but no, I knew that we'd be different together. So you know what you're right it's not your fault...it's mine. So go , go ahead and leave like you always do and this time please don't comeback because I'm done." Tony went wide eyed and slack jawed not believing what I had just said. He walked up to me and I backed away from him until my back hit the wall behind me. His hands gripped my shirt and he began kissing.

"Stop talking like that you're perfect, so so perfect." he pauses and inhales then exhales, I scrunch up my nose from the smell." I'm drunk we can talk about this later when I'm sober but please don't make me leave Steve, please. Please don't leave me."

"Wh-what? I thought you were tired of me, I thought you didn't want me anymore?" You're the one that started this conversation! You said that you couldn't do it anymore, so why...why are you making it seem like it's me. You always do this Tony, always."

"I'm sorry. You know I'm no good just please don't leave me. Please." I was tired and really didn't want to deal with this right now.

"...Fine, we'll talk in the morning."

But I knew we wouldn't, we never do, this is an argument that we had had several times before, it started differently each time but at the root of it was Tony's insecurity and how it was tearing us apart and my inability to tell him no.

Your dripping like a saturated sunrise, your spilling like an overflowing sink

your ripped at every edge but your a master piece and now I'm tearing up the pages and the ink everything is blue