I love you when you’re angry
because you resemble
to a passing storm
or a raging wind
and something in me
wants you to start
throwing all the plates
and all the glasses,
it just waits for you
to start shouting and cursing
and I want you to hate me sometimes
because that makes you feel more real
and I love real women.

I love you when you’re angry
because you resemble
a bit to me
when I don’t have you.