Poetry: Feeds My Fury

I sit here and wait as my thought go blurry.

Loving you is hard and it just feeds my fury.

I want to give you my heart but you shove it back in my face.

I want to rip it apart and then you will put me back it back in place.

Have I angered the snake that sits inside your mind?

Have I awoken the beast?

Have you turned unkind?

What happen to the man that said he’d be there with me through it all?

He disappears and I’m left with not even a call.

I hate you.

I love you.

Why do you think I’m so blind?

Stop fucking around, messing with my mind.

I’m this close to walking away and wiping my hands clean of you.

Be careful what you say.

I will not be your slave.

It’s me I have to stay true to.