The Way I Mistook Anger For Love
the lies, the shouts, the fists
you said it was because you loved me
and so i believed your half-hearted apologies
where somehow you still managed to twist the blame
on me
i told you i was sorry and you took me back
and things would be good for a while
until the next time
when your anger bubbled too high and you couldn't
stop those fists from flailing
searching for something to destroy
it took me a while to realise that this is no expression
of love
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The Words I Couldn't Say : A Collection Of Short Poetry
Poesiea collection of short poems and thoughts that i need to express but can't through mere words
