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Losing the Temper War

Why can I never be mad at you without receiving your tenfold ire back?
Sometimes you’re wrong. Sometimes my hurt is justified.
Why am I always the one to cower beneath the tidal wave of rage
that fills the house and breaks the glass?
My anger will never match your immense offence at being accused.
No matter what you do
I’m unable to muster such mountainous fury.
My love for you always wins the war.
And though I know my choice is often being right or…