It was fire and ice

A deadly  combination

Of liquid fire and bad matches

She was a wild storm on a tundra sunset

He was a tidle wave in the midst of a village city

Bound for the destruction of something

Of each other

A constant threat of heartbreak and blood loss

And crazy agression

A crow bar 

A warrent

Baseball bats and wild arguments

Couldn't keep them apart

He was a flashback driven veteran of a cold war of abusive parents

She was a hardened ice princess from years of drug induced foster families and broke homes

Tragdy in bottle 

When she screamed at him 

To stop drinking like he was in a dessert

But not thirsty for water only forgetting his own existance

One scream to many sent him flying speeds of anger and hatred 

Colored red words and flameing sentences

Puntucated by a iron fist

Taught by brawls

And the memory of the hands of a brass brazen father

He beat and hit and scratched till he forgot 

And stopped only to drink away the sight of blood and the cries 

Of an animalistic variety

He stumbled out the door leaving her crumpled on the floor

Never thinking twice of what he had seen on a daily basis in his childhood memories

It was a tragic beginning

And a tragic ending

But it could have been seen coming a mile away