I wish you could take it back,
The things we say when we’re mad,
Because once heard, I know they exist,
Our anger brings these words to life,
And not even death will make me forget,
I can’t escape them
And I love you,
God I do,
But how do we say these things if we’re suppose to love,
How can hate find it’s way into our hearts,
When we worked so hard to give way to love?
But, maybe this isn’t love,
Or maybe this isn’t the version of love we built it up to be.
Because once said we can’t take it back,
Is it true,
The things you, I, we say in anger?
Or maybe, this is what we need to heal one another,
The things we say in anger, the words that only come out in struggle and anxiety,
Are the things that we need to fix in ourselves,
And when that becomes to heavy of a burden,
We turn to each other,
Asking silently for the help we cannot give ourselves,
And those are the things I wish we could truly hear in our anger.