After the love

The apologies were implicated in the kisses. Or at least once they were, when we still had tangible crimes to cleanse away.
We condensed a lifetime of wars into only a year. You did, or I did, or is at least the blame a balanced quantity?
A battle of "no I love you more" mutilated til it's "you hurt me more".
We savaged each other because love is for grown ups same as war, and creative souls that we are, we required something cleaner.
Instead of love I'd prefer to have shared my childhood with you. Ride a bike to the park and share a 99 flake with you. Never hurt you. Have your back. Maybe in the next life xxxx