Do they smile?
Or seethe with pain
of conflicted mace?
My Angry Heart
It hurts my chest
My breath is laboured
As I wound my breast
My Angry Hands
They tear at my skin
Ruby red forgiveness
Like a junkie they need
My Angry Tongue
It flicks like a snake’s
My teeth do clench
As I snap at your face
And yet you sit there quietly
Watching my animalistic pain
My back arched like a panther
My teeth are all on show
You listen to my crying
My whimpers of long lost freedom
And you watch as I hurt myself
A tormented soul you see
Your skin is scarred
That I do see
But your eyes are clear
They light up when they see me
You let me take my time
My broken heart does heal
And you help me when I reach for you
For forgive me when I don’t
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