“In violence we forget who we are.” Mary McCarthy
Nonetheless What is this yin yang love hate thing? I wanted your love, needed your love to be sure of things. I remember your hands holding me in a safety net of strength that helped me to see the world through paddling, dodgem cars, coconut shies, train-spotting, rambling, gardening. I remember the strength of your hands connecting with my body, the pain, the uncertainty. I remember you striking her and collapsing my world that you had helped me to build. I remember your hands striking at the world in fistfuls of frustration, a never resting anger thrown at everyone. I hated your violence, my mind tells me how it was, but my heart has never caught up with the pain of loving you nonetheless. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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