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Pain and love do they ever get confused? Passion and anger do they ever trigger each other? feeling as if I was actually helping you, when you hurt me everyday, blaming myself when the bruises bloomed, you said that there was no one else to take your anger out on, convincing me over and over again that you would actually change actually stop, only for you to go back to your normal self when you forgot to try, you shouldn't have to try, it shouldn't be so hard to actually be gentle with the one you love, if it's truly love, you would never raise a hand if it's truly love, you would never raise your voice so cruelly, I walked away finally I left, and didn't come back, after many years with you, I actually left, left my old life behind to try to start anew, I thought there couldn't be anything else, I thought that we had true love, I thought that all that passion you had balanced out all that anger, but I was wrong you were just too angry, violent for me, taking it out on me too often I left, and it was the hardest thing I ever did in my life, but it was also the healthiest, I am actually happy now, truly, truly happy
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Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
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Pain and love do they ever get confused? Passion and anger do they ever trigger each other? feeling as if I was actually helping you, when you hurt me everyday, blaming myself when the bruises bloomed, you said that there was no one else to take your anger out on, convincing me over and over again that you would actually change actually stop, only for you to go back to your normal self when you forgot to try, you shouldn't have to try, it shouldn't be so hard to actually be gentle with the one you love, if it's truly love, you would never raise a hand if it's truly love, you would never raise your voice so cruelly, I walked away finally I left, and didn't come back, after many years with you, I actually left, left my old life behind to try to start anew, I thought there couldn't be anything else, I thought that we had true love, I thought that all that passion you had balanced out all that anger, but I was wrong you were just too angry, violent for me, taking it out on me too often I left, and it was the hardest thing I ever did in my life, but it was also the healthiest, I am actually happy now, truly, truly happy
I would like to thank another poet here on HP for giving me the courage to write and post this poem about my experience by expressing their own pain.
joan-karcher
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Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
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