When I am Silent, I Have Thunder Hidden Inside Me

There isn't much that I can tell about myself,
not to you, at least.

In you, I count them as well...
PEOPLE,
who else.

They're bastards!
Yes, all of them.

Oh! No, no! Not you. (Wink!)

I see you smile, is that your guilt?

You know you're bad too,
that you've back-bitched me
and envied me,
those heels I wore, you stared at them so bad and ugly
and that dress, let me not talk about it.

But you see, we're besties,
and ever smiling, at least,
when we're together.

Once back-turned, I guess you're the one who changes,
for I've never been that bad.

Not for you, at least. (Wink!)

I see you doubt that!

Then, hell with your doubts,
and, let me put it straight, for-
I must have never said it before,

so, here it comes:

Dear Sweetheart,
Those days you remember,
the pink nights at hostel,
drunk you would overturn
on my cozy bed and pass
your bad stink to my dear teddy.

Sober in the morning, I'd have to serve you
lemonade.
And you would dare to ask me for
a tablespoon of extra sugar.
Then you would use my soap,
and leave your puked shirt,
on the floor.

I wish that would be the end,
but, Satan be you- how could you
stop at so low?
You'd fry my eggs and spread that jam,
leave behind a heap of dishes,
and hip-hop away, with a tilted-head and a waving bye!

All I'd do would smile in, with some relief and much disgust.

Better be it, that I chose to be numb,
for my rage would have turned,
scarier than your worst hangover.
But, for the times ahead,
I hope you realize,

that true it is, often I let go things with a smiling face,
transfixed and quiet,
but that is when the biggest tornadoes happen,
for,
when I am silent, I have thunder inside me.

Lovingly Yours,
Always!

(Wink again!)