To Sir: Part I

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by mewsings

by mewsings

                                    
                                              For two weeks now, you've plagued my mind.
For two weeks, I've died slowly inside.
How dare you let me go without a fight, especially since you've disrupted my quiet life!
I may not have been truly happy, but at the very least it was quiet within my soul.
I'd already accepted my silent fate.
Then you came - my personal comet hurtling down into the still waters of my resignation bringing wave after wave of chaos.
Tsunamis of emotions crashed over me, drowning me, bringing me back up for air just to swallow me in their depths again, over and over again.
Your chaos revived me. I'm alive again,
And I hate you so much for making me feel the never-ending onslaught of my beating heart.
But! I'm alive again.
                          "Thank you, Sir."