
Your anger. It starts, hissing, a face contorting uncontrollably, a tic here, you’re growing stronger and far more beautiful as your emotions arise, of your internal nature I become aware, each decision you decide. Most people view your state as ugly, as something appalling, but your anger, darling, it shows me your turmoil is well and alive; you’re amazing with how much you feel, I’m being honest. Your stomach twists you into knots, the grinding of teeth makes you remember, remember, the taste of frustrated tears squeezed from the corners of eyelids that will never Forget-Us-Not, Your ability to avoid the truce, the agreement, to live and let go, your stubborn nature is wondrous, it is sheer beauty to me because it displays your dedication to how we once were, to how our lives used to be. Thus, allow these tears to stream, lava-like, vulnerable, they burn troughs deep in your puffy, irritated cheeks, and remember that though I’ll not always be here I will always be there if in your heart you’ll cherish me. Your anger, such beauty, to some, it’s pure ugly. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by Tymon Oziemblewski from Pixabay
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