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


creates a delta of thoughts

in my mind

making sure to destroy anything

beautiful that comes my way

including you


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


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