Ball of catharsis

Wish you were a stress ball
so I could squeeze you to death.
Take out all my excesses on you
Blame it on mood swings –
Swinging towards anger,
Soon follows self loathing, despair
Anger turns to embers
Slowly burning till the next time.
Meanwhile you’re squeezed
And squeezed and squeezed to death
All in the name of love.

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