Draft 9

His anger: 

The night is sad and long and darkness 
Envelops the horizon like those bottles with ships in them
And every passing sign of laughter shrinks
The bottle till all that's left is me

And you'd drink from it at times
When you felt like a dime
But when a cent you'd descend to madness and cry
And I'd paint from your tears lullabies 
Like how the horizon was twisted to make you smile
Or the curve of the earth was to replicate your smile
Because you hated your lips and the gloomy face you wore
Was armor and artifice but angelic inside
Like marionettes that hide Faberge eggs 
And I'd reckon you thought it nothing special
And I'd reckon I thought for me you'd fall 
Like snowflakes but instead I got the devil
And hell out of failure and now I crawl
To every excuse to make you a lightning in summer
Or thunder in a cloudless sky and white
Molasses or water out of wine 
So I can sober up and say 
Fuck you and your lies.

Her reply:

The day is dark because it rains terror
And the reins of my heart are too light to bear it
Every message you'd send sent me to fervor
Which I'd sew and stitch till I could wear it
But I couldn't bear how you thought me your angel
Yet acted the same to every girl you'd attract
And sincere you said you were but I could sense danger 
Because you lacked tenderness and never were tact
And intact though I was I'd still seen murder
Of the heart and hearth and I could foresee
How'd it end but I didn't want it to be so
So I swallowed my feelings and aimed to be
The one whom you'd want to turn to in troubles 
Instead of scratching your stubble and pretending to laugh
But all I did was prolong the inevitable 
Yes, you really do lack tact.