Kalopsia Poem by Taylor J.S Reynolds

Her hair tangles in the wind
And she looks up at me,
Smiling with hidden hatred
Hanging over her head
Like a hurricane over a hill.

I'd say she's traditionally beautiful
But would she say that about me?
She kisses my hand
But never calls me handsome.

She is confusing like a bat is blind
And her anger

It sticks around,
The words
The noise
The passion
The hatred.

After each storm comes a wave
Of sunshine but these
Summers only promise the
Arrival of the next winter
And then christmas will come
To remind us to forget.