Spontaeous actions of
which we're later ashamed.
Words spoken on a whim
in the heat of a rage
Adding fuel to their fire,
rather than dousing our flames,
we often hurt one another
playing psychological games.

Why can't we see clearly
when it all hits the fan,
letting our dignity fade,
whether were woman or man.
It's this ugly scene
we may never forget
and followed too often
by the shadow of regret.

It's easy to think
we'll just change our way,
and won't be a next time
of our childish display.
But sure as we stand
knowing it's a terrible thing,
the next time becomes worse,
as we enter the ring.

What makes us snap
at a love we hold true?
There must be an answer,
something else we can do.
If I'm missing the picture
can you tell me please,
cause at best my blame points
to a mutual brain-freeze!

Oooops, should have read ( whether "we're" woman or man!)

We do seem to say things before we think.
Then end up regretting them in the end!