Fist

Thats not love shining in his eyes-
its fear.

Fear of losing his bride
destroying his pride
and being “less” of a man.
Little does he know-
None of us consider him one.

Tonight was like the last
filled with screams and insults.
Another battle in your war-
of wounded love and words.

Like an experienced general
you outsmarted & outplayed
and once again
your words hit their target.

With nothing he could think to say
he turned his unspoken words to fists.