The anger I hold up inside
I push down
until I go numb
but somehow
it sips through my pores
no matter how hard I try
it
creates a delta of thoughts
in my mind
making sure to destroy anything
beautiful that comes my way
including you
me
before it ever becomes we
when I’m angry
I’m not sad
and I have no regrets
it’s just a fire
In which
I burn all my bridges
My Maddy Travel 
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