The anger

God, I'm angry. 

So very angry.

I could crush the earth with the strength that swells up in me. 

I could scream for decades and never take a breath. 

I've become someone I don't recognize.

How dare you. 

You get to leave me and feel a little sad,

a little guilty.

I'm left with the anger. The monster. 

You abandoned me,

and I still defended you. 

You're gone and I evaporated.

Nothing was holding me together.

You let it happen.

You saw me breaking,

more and more.

And kept your eyes away from me. 

Ignoring everything I begged for.

I pleaded. 

I needed you.