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