Your words pierce my being like a hot spear driven deep in my sanity - set
in like a week-old stain

The hurt explodes and heats the cold blood that runs through my veins

I refuse to be a dirty punching bag, filled with all your past memories and
pains

My defenses unravel and I imagine clawing ragged nails across your offensive
face

In my fit of fire and rage I will tear the bowels of your patronizing
demeanor straight from your place

I will lash my hostility at you like a poison whip and laugh purposely as
you ponder my craze

My words will be like venom and I will spit them at you - as toxic and
hazardous as the gnash of a rattlesnake

I will unleash an unforving animosity and will hope that it sears your flesh
and eats your brain

Yes, I will be angry and ineffectual
and I will doubt the unquestionable

But somehow I will find the strength
and learn to cool my tempered rage
I will erase your face
and forget your name
Brand you as my life's mistake
and wonder if you're all the same

I'll let my numb indifference lick my wounds
And for your sorry sake
Only under the velvet cover of solitude
Will I call you a disgrace



**note: this is an Anger poem because I do not feel this way about my lovely
boyfriend (hence, not Fractured Love). I was just playing with words and my
creative boundries. The subject of this poem is a girl being told by her
true love that he has found someone else - how that must feel.
no worries - I love you frankieb. ; )







 
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