Are We Still Angry?

It's always cold when I'm with you

"Hey, Wilbur?", Tommy looked at the taller man in front of him. Dark brown eyes that have faded to a dim red, look at him now with annoyance, rather than what it used to be. Kind and loving. Familiar and wise. Now Wilbur is more tired, so tired that not even sleep can make him feel okay. Tommy thinks he knows this because he too, feels this way.

I know no home that belongs to me

"What now?", Wilbur would try to sound sweet, but he had given up with that quickly, and now just showed how he could care less for Tommy. He no longer hid that (Though, Tommy wishes he would).  Wilbur used to be safe for Tommy, but now he has become a burned out man that is unrecognizable. Tommy no longer knows the man in front of him. He is a Stranger. Maybe Wilbur should know that. Maybe he should know everything.

That is mine to keep

"Why do you keep me from joining Quackity? You go on about how he cheered for our exile under Schlatts order, and how he watched as we were thrown out of  our  nation and you get so upset- and yet, you told me yourself that you didn't really care about Lmanberg, so why should it matter?". Wilbur didn't answer. It had only been one single minute that he stood there, quiet and thinking, but I was faster to continue my word. "You know, I dont think you need me anymore-", "Of course I do- You are my-", "Dont call me your brother, it's too late for that now. Dont reopen old wounds", "How can you say that!-", "If Lmanberg was just a way for you to get power, then I was just a pawn to help you achieve it, just as I was Dreams. Lmanberg is dead, so you no longer need me". Tommy still smells the flowers that used to plant into untouched grounds, within safe tall walls. He still feels his feet buzzing from the explosions that erupted beneath his feet on those very grounds. He still feels the arrow hitting his head, and the sword piercing his chest, and the fists against his head. Being shot and stabbed and beaten. Still, he smells the yellow dandelions, that promised him happiness, while the primroses warned him of becoming attached. He thinks he should have listened. Maybe then he could be okay. Maybe even happy.

That is forever and peace

"I want to forget that we met", Tommy said suddenly, pushing Wilbur more, "Tommy, please-", "I dont want to know you anymore. I'm hurting now, and maybe it's my fault too, because I chose to follow you forever, but why didn't you keep your word when you promised me peace? I miss when Dream liked me, you know? When he was still my friend, but now he's obsessed with power, just as you are, and I can't take it". Tommy walked away from Wilbur and he didn't dare look back.

That hasn't been taken by another person and their opinion 

He wants to find any excuse possible to hate Wilbur, but he cant, because despite every physical and mental wound caused by him, Tommy can not be angry.

I give up on you now

Tommy is tired of being angry when nobody else is

Just as I gave up on my myself 

Tommy doesn't want to be angry anymore. He's tired of being angry.

When you left me

It just makes everything hurt more

When you gave me your word

Every empty promise delivered to him by Wilbur, he is tired of hearing them. He is tired of being mistreated. Looked down upon as a child, but treated as a problem. Shouldn't he have been allowed to grow up happy too?

An empty promise delivered successfully 

Every empty promise is now just another thing that he can never have. Just another wish down a well that has no water in it to salvage that wish and it's dream.

Just never made it to the right mindset

Tommy thinks he wants to start over. Maybe he can.

You wanted it to devour me

But for now, he can let himself mourn instead of being angry.

I wanted to hear you take it back just as quickly as you had left

This time, he can mourn everything he has lost and learn to let it go, should he ever make it out of the cold.