Pompeii

You hurt, and I bleed, too.

I listen to your voice and flinch at the unmasked pain.

I wish you'd let me care, but you've pushed me away.  You refused to accept my love.

That action made me bleed.

Our sorrow is equal in many ways, and both of us have well-hidden insecurities.

You've figured mine out, and once in a while when we fight, you'll mention one or three.

Don't worry, I throw in the kitchen sink and the kitchen counter for good measure.

My temper displeases you, but I've experienced your yell.

Unlike you I don't bottle grudges.  My anger spills forth, volcanoe-like.  I speak words meant only for a moment. 

You say little inflicting hurt through silence.

I'd prefer to be covered in ashes than endure stony silence.