Sixty-Nine

There are days when you're the victim of my disease, and there are days when I'm the victim of yours. We take turns beating on each other with our jealousy, our insecurity, and our fear. Its a terrible war, but it will not claim us, and we will win, if at least one of us remains strong. But the days when the both of us attack at the same time, when we gnaw simultaneously at each others souls, those are the days that I fear will overcome us.