like this make me want to scream, shout, kick, and stomp.
Yet silence comes out. Sweet nothings from my mouth.
How can I love you so much that I don’t want you to be enraged when
the one erupting is me? You feel me? No, clearly you don’t. You don’t understand
my erupting anger coming out through sweet nothings. I need to vent, yet if I
make a move you will have a fit. So I sit here stuck in my anger, sadness and
doubt. I don’t like moments like these. Where I have to type my feelings out and
strangers get the clue. Oh how I want it to be you.
*sigh
I feel better now, Thank you very much.
