Anger.
The power it holds.
The powerful words that come screeching out.
Hatred.
I hate.
I hate words.
I hate the flowing of the river.
The streams creeping up.
The streams pulling me down.
Drowning.
I drowned.
I drowned in her words.
I was in a dream.
Hypnotized in love.
I believed.
I believed in us.
We were like the wind and the water.
She was the wind.
Guiding me into her world.
It was beautiful.
But I couldn’t touch.
I could reach but not feel.
She was like a butterfly.
So pretty you wanted to hold her.
But when you got to close,
She flew away.
Flying.
Flying away to safety.
I chased after her.
I thought we were perfect.
Perfection.
A thing everyone wants but doesn’t exist.
I wanted it.
I wanted us to be.
But you just kept running.
Running from us.
Running from love.
Running for hurt.
It hurt.
I hurt.
You wanted to be safe.
Safe from love.
Safe from evil.
Safe from hurt.
Safe from anger.
Anger.
