Frustrated.
Furious.
Livid.

Shout at me.
Beat your fists against my chest.
Tell me why,
show me your emotion,
express yourself.

I know you.

Collapse in my arms.
Let the tears flow.
Let your perfectly freckeld cheek be stained by the dark contrasting lines of sadness.
Let your cherry lips be awash with the taste of feeling.

I will hold you then.
I will kiss your salty lips.
I will gently wipe the stains from your cheek.
And I will love you,
more this moment than ever.