Why did your love
always come
with an iron fist?

It always seemed
that your short-
comings and frustrations
were misdirected.

If only if you were
able to love me
with out your
heavy handed fists.

I took blow after blow
while I felt your
rage from your heavy
breathing affliction.

There was never a
better day or
night for you when-
ever you were home.

You always seem to
end up raptured into
this vortex which I
always ended up
under your wrath.