i can't fight with you anymore.
you used to overheat me,
the anger vibrating through my skin
so warm, so insistent,
that my face felt like it was buzzing
like it was being pelted by a rain
of frustration
and anger
and anger
and anger
but i've given up.
when it rains every day,
you learn to stay inside.
the drops of liquid emotion on your skin
aren't worth the effort to dry off.
i don't think you've noticed
but we aren't fighting anymore.
it's always raining on you,
but i've kept our things
inside.
YOU ARE READING
Open To Interpretation
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
