Of A Different Kind
By: Courtney Wrba
I am filled with passion
He is too
Both of a different kind
Mine is loathing
His is love
Or so he says
Day after day
Night after night
Insults are thrown
Over the compliments I receive
He lies through his teeth
Just trying to catch me
It's been a year
A full year
And still he shows no waver
He sees my resolve weakening
Last summer changed him
He came back with a vengeance
The tables have turned
The arguments are heated
I always leaved flushed from exertion
The strain it takes to yell at him increases
Day after day
Night after night
I won't pine
But nor will I speak the truth
He is filled with passion
As am I
Both of a different kind
His is loathing
Mine is love
I don't know what to do
I no longer yell
I no longer shout
There is no more anger to throw
He tries to get a rise from me
He tries to find my anger
There is none left to find
There is sadness in my eyes
Unshed tears
My confidence is lost
No longer do I stand tall
No longer do I defy
No longer am I me
I look down
I avoid contact with anyone
I can't look
He might find another way to hurt me
A year is gone
A full year
Summer has changed me
I'm cold
Heartless
My heart was stolen and stabbed
He sees the change
He notices me again
He watches
I stare head on
I glare into his pleading eyes
No one knows what happened
Assumptions had been made
All of which were wrong
I heard them all
A dead relative
A run away sibling
Cutting myself
None suspected the truth
A broken heart
He breaks me
Again
My walls are down
He found me on the ground
Crying
I tense under his stare
He shocks me
He comes closer
He apologizes
I change one last time
As does he
The last time
For the better
I am filled with passion
He is filled with passion
Both the same
Mine is love
His is love
Love is what we shar