Another day has just passed
Without a word between us
What is there to say?
There is no wall in the world strong enough to shield me from your words
Dipped in venom
Thrown around in great haste
You don’t mean it I think from time to time
But I also believe that men tell the truth when they are angry, intoxicated or plain exhausted
So which one was it yesterday?
I couldn’t smell the alcohol in your breath
Taste the sourness in your kiss
See fire in your eyes
I should be used to it by now
But I’m not
I should not be surprised by any of the things you say or do
I allow myself to get shocked
Sometimes by an unexpected act of kindness
A full minute of remorse
Or that playful smile
All of it gets swept away and forgotten once you get angry again
Is it me?
Do you see her in me?
Are there things that you wish you could have told her but couldn’t?
why do you feel the need to project all that anger, hatred and bitterness?
I can’t fix what is broken
I won’t allow myself to break either