You think one emotion will suffice to encompass what is happening in your life.
That is why you act a fool?
Anger doesn’t come with absolution.
It isn’t solid; it is a complicated construction; a myriad of hidden feelings snuffed out by the sheer force of your reaction to the overpowering rush to anger.
Anger is a cowards cloak.
You wear it to conceal your weakness; an unwillingness to accept hurt.
An excuse not to accept personal responsibility.
You are a coward afraid of fear.
You are a terrorist, holding her hostage to your mood swings.
She tip toes around you, afraid to set you off and you know deep down inside that you are wrong.
You inflict emotional battery, mental assault then expect her to feel sorry for your remorse.
You’re apologetic; but never sorry.
You’re just sorry.
A merry go round, after round without merriment, a cipher of sorrows, its always tomorrow that you’ll change.
And she will rearrange her emotional state to match your mood, she’ll swing in your direction seeking protection from your violent whims.
Trying is the lie you cling to, the hope you sing to the hills, along with the “I wants” and “I wills”.
God you’re selfish.
A sponge plunging love into abhorred.
You hate yourself.
Can’t take yourself.
So you take her.