Frustrations seep out of my eyes as
I pick up the pace in my stride.
I walk out the anger, but can't out step the pain in the air.
I thought it wouldn't follow me.
I think you don't care.
I assume the worst and
hear curse after curse.
So I flee the scene of the crime, my feelings murdered again.
How can someone make me feel so alive,
then the next moment my feelings feel dead?
The clouds in my head fog up my perceptions as
I journey to our home with reservations.
I anticipate a calming of the storm, but I am,
yet again, wrong.
The horns on our skulls collide and we both try to
stubbornly stand our ground.
But then the tension will ease up and
again
it is love we have found.