Cute Aggression

 

                                                                Cute Aggression

Cute Aggression is what they call it I think,

Biting, wrestling, poking,

I keep that close to me in this letter I write with that ink,

Because I know when you did it, it was all about joking.

 

Now a psych student told me the truth,

It’s not joking, it’s a way of showing love,

It’s about us being part of this special youth,

It’s the reason why I’m writing you this paragraph.

 

You took actions, I take words,

Wrestling in bed, screaming I love you,

And remembering that hurts,

Because all comes back, we’ve been through.

 

I wish I’d known the truth behind your actions before this,

I wish the psych student would have told me on time,

Maybe early enough, maybe before our first kiss.

But now it’s too late, I’m writing this letter at your shrine.

 

Cute Aggression is what they call it, I tell your grave,

It doesn’t matter since you’re long gone,

The ink is almost empty, it’s already dawn,

But that’s okay because I know heaven keeps you safe.