You left.
You left and I'm still angry.
You left and I'm still angry that you'll never apologise to me for all that you have caused and all you left behind, and all that you haven taken.
You took away my love and never gave it back, you made it hard to love again; especially myself. You made it hard for me to believe anyone would stay, because you made leaving look so easy. You left me behind because I wasn't good enough. You wanted to start over, and I simply could not be in your newer upgraded life. You didn't mind leaving me behind to pick up the pieces of my own broken heart.
I want to shout at you, I want to see you cry, I want to present to you my rage and see it make you quiver. I want to change all that has been and all that will be, and I don't want you to be happy; I'm annoyed that you're out there being happy and care free and not giving a shit about me, you left me here to mourn a loss I shouldn't care about.
I know I'll never get to do that, I'll never hear you apologise and I'll never get back what you have taken from me.
You left.
You left and I'm still angry.
You left and I'm still angry, and I'm angry that I'm still angry.
You left.
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An Amalgamation of Words
ŞiirI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
