Anger the red
Fury the blind
Your not yourself when
Rage rules your mind.

Being calm and collected
In some ways are worse,
It means there's no excuse
For your harsh minded words.

You think words are nothing
and pain is excessive
But pain goes away
Yet words need repressing

Pain is a sensation controlled by nerve endings
Words cut much deeper
And leave you suspending
Bleeding from your soul
With hurt never ending.

My words are mine
Your ears are yours
You can use interpretation
To help point out my flaws

But floors can but stood on
In the same way dreams can
So don't stand on people's surfaces
Unless you can withstand

The pain of critique
Or the weight of opinions
I'm not saying don't think
Just consider people's demons

This'll reach you.
I'll scream across the void i named friendship
in the hope that a syllable pass into that amber cut heart,
to send your head spiraling into shards
of understanding.
That'll recast themselves
in a better light.

A better light
A bedroom light.                          A Dream.

If i could,
rewind time i would.
Not to change, or mess,
**** or bless
but to relive. Again.

The same mistakes and goals,
patch up the same holes,
live the bitter nights and
love the little fights.
To live. Once more.

There's one small issue.
Time travel's standard issue,
it's my heart will find you again.
When time's rewound and love's
refound, all good things must come
to an end.

Maybe one day, when i'm old and gray
you'll visit me.
to relive MY love
one final time.
Then once again. And again. And again.
Till no longer.