Wounded

When did your love ever taste as potent as acid?
When did it ever pose like a storm
whirl inside of me
beat against my chest like thunder?

When have I not loved you?
When did I not reach for you
cradle you
hold you like my life depended on your heartbeat?

Look at how you wound me
Dig daggers into my stomach
Punch nails into my sides
You assault me

All I have ever done is love you
Defended you like I didn't know better
I stood by you
Walked in the rain with you

And now I write you poems
Things that you will never understand
You don't even know what a metaphor is
And you don't know what a sonnet is