Anger (Poem)

As the sun burned against my skin,
My cheeks were dry.

Yet, deep inside my heart was crying.

Anger was stealing my energy.
Pain was making me feel weak.

Was this really going to be the end
Of me & you?

Answers.

You kept demanding them.
I had none to give.

Pride stuck in my throat.
Rendering me incapable of
Making myself understood.

You didn't understand at all.
Neither did I.

"Take back your ring, I don't think I should have it any longer."

You said this,
Without any form of emotion.
Your face gave nothing away.
I fought ... really fought ... to control my own.

It sounded like you were saying good-bye,
And I wasn't prepared for that single word.
Not now, not ever.

Words.
You were full of them.
I was empty of it.

It created an invisible bridge,
Between us.

One that was filled with your words
But not mine.

One that was filled with your logic
But not mine.

And as the sun burned against my skin,
The tears started to flow.

Was this really going to be the end
Of me & you?





There will never be a right time to say good-bye.