Sharp Tongued

the more you love someone, the easier it is to hate them.

a sharper blade, a meaner sting,

one last straw, will surely bring,

the longest day, until tomorrow,

and then, of course, all those to follow.

must keep to a simmer, never a boil,

keep still the waters, so longing to roil,

musnt complain, musnt start fights,

regardless of how long and stressing the nights.

but now the steams rising, the kettle abrew,

the rage of this fire, shall burn everthrough.

the slicing blade, the hungry bite,

this scathing wrath, thou dost incite.