II. Anger
You will not heal
Like a wound
With time.
You will not temper
Like blood in wine.
You will fester; and rankle; and ooze.
You will not dull
Like a blade
With age.
You will not fade
Like tears in rain.
You will sicken; and crumble; and gnaw.
You will swim in my veins
You will nest in my heart
You will bore in my brain
'Till you rip me apart.
You will question my worth
You will laugh at my trust
You will step on her face
'Till you grind her to dust.
And I will nourish your hunger
With her betrayal
And I will quench your thirst
With her deceit.
And when you grow
Tired of her taste
I will watch you devour me.
I deserve better.
