No,
not again,
here they come,
those words,
like a snake's venom,
that gaze,
like piercing knives,
while I can only cower,
and cover my ears,
and think,
why?
Why are such words spoken to a loved one,
used to describe the ones we hate most,
although hatred is love turned sour,
that is not what you feel towards the other,
no hatred,
but mere anger,
anger that will fade,
leaving your once piercing gaze soft,
making your venomous words as sweet as sugar,
but it terrifies me to think,
that another argument,
filled with fury,
is no more than a breath away,
just like a small burning ember,
that can turn into a blazing fire,
in a matter of seconds.