Your teeth bared
behind angry lips
chewed up the silence
I tried to escape into
your words kept coming
at me like bullets
from your gun-mouth
piercing my skin
Your eyes throw
daggers of fire
that follow the bullets
to my heart
I close my eyes so
I won't see
that much hate
from the one I love
I am not the one
who is looking
from behind the door
a small blonde head
eyes full of fear
hands clenched in fists
How do I explain
the hurtful words we
throw at each other?
I need to hug
the small scared boy
who doesn't understand
that sometimes we hurt
most, those we love
the most
because we can
we have all the
right weapons
we know how to
push the buttons
we supply our
own ammo from
years of intimacy
in that moment
I hate that we do
this to each other
not because of
what was said
or the look
in your eyes
because of the
look
in his
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Wow- so true. You wrote home there with this one. Our words can sometimes hurt the ones we never intend to so much more than those we try to. (Thats why I tend to favor a fast punch when no one is looking-TEASING).
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