Lover's Quarrel

Do you see how you hurt me so

lover of mine who,

carelessly spurts words out of your mouth,

daggers flying across the room to injure me.

Letting their meaning lost to you, 

bruise and batter me

so your audience can laugh

all this time mocking me, and me

joing in your crowd in laughter, laughing 

the loudest with the 

desire to conceal all hurt.

You call me over-sensitive,

over-sensitivity birthed by your being under-sensitive,

making my emotions a time bomb that is 

highly explosive.

Should I know this as happiness, 

screaming to a wall that neither

listens nor answers but,

crumbles around me with all illusions shattered.

Is this to be love,

mine received when it's only convenient to you,

and never inbetween.

Oh lover of mine how deeply you hurt me so.

Is it because you know I will never let you go,

perfect man that you are.

How slow the wounds close,

how quick the scars heal.

I shan't ever let you go.

Ours being a connection neither one can understand, have 

we reached ultimate love

or it the beginning of comfort-zone

where neither will let the other go?

Oh lover of mine how 

we hurt each other so 

yet,

neither will let the other go.