I wish I could be angry
Like burning.
Like fire and red hot metal
Like past the need for similes
Purely angry and lashing out.
I am crawling in, again
And there’s no one to stop me
My bones are out and my skin is the marrow
I have decided that I am the horror
So I will recollect the space I took
I will give it back
But how.
But why?
If only I could be an angry bullet and shoot through you
Because you have hurt me
But you didn’t
Because you loved me
But you needn’t have.
Either way I am inside the outer space
I have emptied the way
For you and you and you all
Who I can’t blame for my state
Who I didn’t love nor hate, either
Now I am stepping on words already spoken.
I can’t call myself heartbroken
And I cannot even be angry, you know?
I tuck my eyes inside my sockets
And I prepare to go.