My lover loses her temper
and every fucking star
shatters to slivers
falling at my feet
A lexicon of loathing
unleashed at her blithering idiot
My face, swiped and sore,
flames from her abrasive tongue
Balance lost, I stagger
spattered by exclamations
of spitting anger
And I am too stunned to strike back
Tripping again, as I always do
I submit to the blame,
for I must vex her so
due to some transgression on my part
or a witless overstep of sacred bounds
Only a humbled apology
spares further assault
Such is my fate
to be the dupe of my woman's scorn
while suffering the stigma of provocateur
Reason holds no place in our love
and I've no courage to question
when my lover loses her temper
PHASE TWO BEGINS
15 years ago
1 comment:
I would say that reason holds no place in love all together...
That aside, I like the phrases here. I also feel as though I'd like to bludgeon certain folks unrecognizable... but maybe that's a universal emotion for me as well at this point. Well played--
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