I'm reaching for the wedding china now
but you seize my wrist
so I send the other hand down
but you catch mine with your fist
I brawl and struggle against your grip
and spit at your feet
but you stand still and tight-lipped
until my thew cedes in defeat
you only hinder me for an instant
but I am no brawn
an outburst is imminent
over you I shall not fawn
I scream and I shout
I curse and I scorn
but as your lips invite my pout
my raging words adjourn
you pull me into your chest
still clutching my wrists
I want to speak truth lest
we continue to rot in love's cyst
I hate that you're never here, I say
and I hate your silence
I hate that you live so far away
I hate your guarded defiance
you never reply my words
though you meet my eyes
and like sun on snow's icy curds
they melt my writhing insides
because the truth is
I would fight with you each day
and bury the hatchet each night
if that was the only way
that I could have you in my life
