Anger's Fever
The anger begins to wear off,
I almost wish I could stay caught up in the fever forever,
The emptiness is left behind the ache,
More than a sharp sting,
The fiery pain drifts away,
When you walked out,
I try to make sense of what has just happened,
But my thoughts are just a broken mess,
The words shouted ring in my ears,
But they echoed like your shouts do in a tunnel,
It’s more like a nightmare instead of a conversation,
Have we really broken up?
Did I really mean for this to be permanent?
Was there no way around destiny?
An answer to these questions finally forms,
It comes in wave after wave,
I feel cold, then hot, then sick,
My mind races to fix what I’ve done,
My stomach churns,
It feels like heartburn racing up through my chest,
I feel the little rip of my heart as it begins to rip itself apart,
It can’t be permanent...
Tomorrow we’ll see each other in a new light,
It was a fight, a stupid fight that all couples have,
We’ll put the pettiness behind us and make up.
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