i let my heart
intercept my head
for the third time today.
i spilled what my
bitter heart held
to the undeserving.
they sop up other spills,
patch the holes that
constantly spring leaks.
the hole in my heart grows
as my pure, unbridled rage
drives those nearby away.
i appreciate the undeserving
who stay beside me during
my darkest living moments.
i appreciate those who understand
that my bitterness masks
an otherwise tender heart;
feelings displayed
by sudden rage,
and crushing guilt.
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
