Spill

I thought I knew anger
I thought I knew hate
I thought I’d lived to some extent
And with my patience moved on.
Little did I know those feelings were so naïve.
That is, until I met you.

Now splices of my fist
Covered in blood
Got me thinking
This might not go away.

I thought I knew anger
I thought I knew hate
Until I met you my precious
My love and playmate.
See my grin
Is now a grimace,
Through my vision of him
Muffled and erased.

What anger I had known
was young and translucent,
allowing some light to enter,
not this time. No, not this time.
This new feeling of hurt begs for insanity,
A reasonable excuse to extend this tragedy.
Now I sit and I revel
Like a child clinging his first sweet.
Clutching it awkwardly but savoring its flavor
Unsure how to devour but undoubtedly will.
I am Ready to spill!
Ready to break,
Ready to rage.
I never felt hate or anger like this
Not until I met you.

Our time and trust, built love
Built lust
Our time and trust, built communication
Built Us.
This time and communication brought trust
Brought revealing.
Which unveiled the crow.

That damn crow returns
To punish me or make real
My deepest fears.
I must deflate, I must deflate the crow.
I am ready to twist and spill and cage
That damned crow!
This time I understand and I will not let go!

It is not your fault.
It is not your fault.
That damn crow I want to bloody
I can’t help but want this.
…Crave this….
I thought I knew anger
I thought I knew hate
But now this.
I fear patience can’t heal this
I want to spill, I want to spill!
Him, not you.
I want to spill him
No. Never you.

I come riding.
To hurt and only hurt.
That crow that took,
From my precious.