Hate is often confused
its limits are in zones
beond its self
Love by nature a pain
unhealed on heart & body
It is true that the ribs
can tell the kicks from
his feet and the fury from
his fists
The bruised bones recover
while the sudden shock of
the impact leaves me in a
ball on the cold hard floor.
Eyes full of hate covering my
mouth crushing my face
"SHUT UP" you deeply growl
The swollen lids and sorry eyes
speak not of lost love but of
fear pain and a broken soul