January 23, 2011
5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..
His eyes flash a warning.
Watch out,
The bomb that is his voice
Is about to explode.
You think I can't hear you?
I'm right here.
Yes, I understand what you're trying to say.
I just take no notice.
Yes, I'm listening.
I'm just not hearing words.
Sit down, hun, we need to talk.
I'm through with your explosions.
Your words are like grenades,
Thrown at me with carelessness.
Your anger is like a firework,
Firing off at different directions.
Your hatred is like dynamite,
Flying sky high
And scattering.
Throw your grenades elsewhere.
Light your fireworks outside.
Launch your dynamite where I can't see it.
Go before I explode too.

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