Not a Fantasy Love

Due to anger
Not directed at you (for once)
Was able to be loved...

Am grateful

Last night was a mess, my love
Tears, screams...hatred
But not at all directed at you, and you knew it

Went to bed crying to myself
You knew
You hated it

So with your soft touch, I felt an inch of happiness
Relief and love. Relief and...you.

"What is wrong, baby?" came the soft angel's voice
Could not answer, was too wronged by the sociality of daily life...
Cruel life...hatred in life....

Yet you turned my body and kissed the fear away
Would not allow your love to be feeling any pain,
Could not allow it...
I would do the same, yet it felt so wonderful

To be loved by my love...
Again.