I’m so angry right now. And I can’t shake it.
I’m angry for what was.
I’m angry for what won’t be.
I’m angry because I’m hurting.
I’m angry because a part of me still loves
him.
I’m angry at that part of me for still loving him.
For even now, still hoping things might be different.
I’m angry at him for not being able to be what I needed.
I’m angry at myself for not being able to be what he needed.
I’m angry at both of us for breaking it.
For failing.
For giving up.
For not being able to fit together.
I’m angry at how easily he has moved on.
I’m angry at myself for not moving on easily.
I’m angry at my past.
I’m scared.
I feel so alone.
So broken.
I’m angry that I’m not where I want to be.
Impatient.
I’m angry that the world is so cruel.
That life is unfair.
I’m angry for still being childish enough to believe in fairness.
In right.
In goodness.
I’m angry at all the pain.
At our stupidity as humans.
I’m angry that we hurt each other.
I’m angry that we destroy everything special.
Innocence.
Beauty.
Connection.
Kindness.
I don’t want to carry this anger.
Because it is anger that disconnects us.
So I feel my anger. I accept it. I cry for my pain. I cry for what is.
And tomorrow will be a new day.
