Mad is Sad without the M

I hurt- the pain so sharp that any other description would bleed it of all intensity.
But I learned that Sad only huts till it’s a M
And belief only lasts through the sin.

Your anger is pale, freckled and rich
I lick the edges delicately
Savoring, at last, this soul-ness you try to hide

Finally you Emote!
Finally you color and stammer;
And urgently gesture in your wild passion

Brittle, hard-real. Finally real! Your rage is my tool
Selfish like a bride’s maid who will never walk last
I poke and prod, hoping for another eruption

You pant in breathless wonderment
That you could be so loud!
So wrong.
    So human.

You say I bring out the worst in you,
While I happen to think it’s just the deepest
And we battle again over the difference

Offering up something you didn’t want is no blood sacrifice
Lies are the same as love to you
So lie to me again.

Lie to me till I die.