Behold the Hurricane

I found my voice and, boy, it’s pissed. How dare you use me how dare you make me think this could ever be something other than whatever it was? It’s obvious that I was becoming quite attached and yet you remain aloof and frustratingly vague like it would kill you to actually feel And but so only thing I feel for sure is anger and that’s what I’m latching onto and I’m using it to fuel me because I’ll be damned if I let you hurt me the way he did because I was right and that kills me you are just an older version of him that realization sends me reeling but it’s true it’s true and I’m trying to breathe and coming up only with blood why the hell is it that in every relationship I’m the one that bleeds (literally or figuratively) why is it never the other person why is my blood so determined to flow or why is the world so determined to see me leaking my love all over the floor let the hail beat me to nothing let the wind come and whistle through my bones let the rain come and wash me away none of it can hurt worse than the hell I’ve already been through I want so much to give up but this ragestorm in my heart won’t let me do anything but burn oh the river will rise and I will rush to meet it