You were angry when I met you.
Had an axe to grind with everyone.
I thought my love would help you
settle down, get calm and be done
rubbing salt in all your open wounds,
spewing hateful names around,
about those you said had hurt you
but I believed you’d settle down.
I still thought you would listen,
that my love would be enough.
I knew we could have all our dreams,
but I know it might be tough.
I thought that if I was stubborn,
and there was no way I’d give up,
one day your anger’d shatter
and we could drink from happiness’ cup.
It was only when you started
to turn that anger at me
that I knew I might be in trouble,
knew a danger you could be.
At first I said I’d been clumsy,
that I’d fallen and bruised myself.
The marks on me slowly vanished
and I never asked for help.
When you pushed me through a pane of glass
and I lay looking at the sky,
I realized I’d lived in a dream land,
you didn’t value my love very high.
You were angry when I met you,
and you’re still very angry now,
but it isn’t my job to heal you
because I’d never succeed anyhow.
So I’m moving on with my own dreams
and I’ll focus on my happiness
because in your world of anger
love will always be second best.
Today’s Wordle 160 over at Sunday Whirl provided us with the words shattering, rub, settle, name, listen, sky, dreams, axe, land, glass, clumsy and vanish. This is where my muse took me, though I need to make it clear this is not something I myself have experienced. Unfortunately it is all too common anyway. Hope you enjoyed!