Sometimes, it's hard not to get hurt;
Not to resent the 'cause of it,
But when it's someone I love, that hurt assumes a curious form;
Anger.
Humongous, roiling anger...
It rages and burns and sets my whole being on fire,
I want to hurt them so badly...
But see that's where it gets tricky,
Because hurting them is the same as hurting me.
Love pisses me off sometimes...
I don't even want them to feel a tenth of what they make me feel...
I just want to leave, so I'll leave...
But I want them to keep the porch-lights on for me...
So, they do...
And we'll have dinner in peace...in curious silence;
TV playing in the background...and I'll pass the salt when they say "please".
Tomorrow, I think I'll leave home again...
Don't worry, I'll be home in time for dinner...yes, I'll bring you a gift...


© RTEMis