Doors slam.
Floors rattle with the force.
Screaming obscenities in our minds.
Long after our thoughtless voices have died.
We left a mess on the kitchen floor.
But what hangs in the air is so much worse.
Can you feel my tears like I can feel your shaking fists?
What brings us, always, to this?
What is it the lets us sleep with the lights on in the daylight?
When the night never ends the same?
Sooner or later you come in with those eyes.
Nothing left to feel or say.
Grief and hate never find their way in.
I think I've stopped believing this cursing game we play.
Sooner or later you take me in your embrace.
You think I'm crying because I hurt.
I cry because I'm angry.
Furious I still believe.
When you say.
I love you.