Gathering Strom

storm clouds gather in the gray of your eyes clearly I see the rage in you rise my heart starts to pound at my imminent demise knowing what’s coming the feeling, it’s numbing your hatred is clear even through the blur of my tears but I’ll weather this storm a routine that’s become our norm the bruises I’ll hide to no one will I confide for fear of being alone scarier than any violence you’ve shown because this too shall pass only a few moments will it last you’re always sorry, so very sorry holding me in your arms crying I know that you’re trying my tears become yours forgiveness your eye implores I should not have pushed you so knowing where the argument would go you tell me you love me so gentle you can be so tender your touch next time I’ll remember not to push so much