Be silent, my love

My love is mute
And my anger a Hitler.

I can feel my love swelling up and around
Me, quietly rising like the sea.
A tsunami.

But I can hear all day long when my hatred
Breaks glasses, wrecks houses, scars skin
How my hatred
Burns the city.

I wish it is easier to speak about pleasant things
Like the warm feeling I get by being close to you
The kind of kiss we share that will never be like any other
The way you hold my hands and gently squeeze them
As if by doing that you can remember that your hands are still there.
The way you look into my eyes and tell me
That you need me, need me the most, the one and only
You need me to breathe and sleep and be.
And I will say I love you too.

I never have anything to say to these feelings.
Because my happiness is a mute
And my anger is a Hitler.