anger
i don’t like hearing the threat of your words
i don’t like being told i’m always wrong
i don’t like being the subject of your anger
i don’t like the way you say you love me
and i know you don’t
i don’t like the way you talk about things
when we both know they won’t happen
i don’t like the way you yell at me when something goes wrong
i don’t like the way your body feels against mine
i don’t like the way your lips lie when you kiss me
i don’t like the way you fuck
i don’t like the way your words always are lying
anger