Flames

My rage came in a fiery instant,
In few moments I had done it again,
Red mist descended and so did I,
Fists rained down on him

His tears make the moments real,
The bruises stay long in my mind,
Some days aren’t so bad,
some days we smile

The day he left there was no fire,
No theatrics or outbursts to remember,
He left on his own terms,
As he hung there lifeless, the flame died.

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